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See you later.

Places, ladies.

My name is Hannah.

I'm 66 years old.

On the 20th of October, 1981, when I was 31 and the mother of an 11-month-old

girl, I was the getaway driver in a politically motivated bank robbery in

which two police officers and a security guard were killed.

At my trial, I pleaded political status and I refused to recognise the authority

of the court.

And for that, I was given a life sentence with no possibility of parole.

And I've been in prison ever since.

For most of us here, prison is a time of reckoning.

It's a time of coming to terms with our crimes and the damage we've done, with

our anger at those walking free who...

are often a large part of the reason we're in here and dealing with the

separation from our families and our fear for our children's future.

For myself, the last 35 years have been defined by that reckoning.

pieces. Poor souls, they perished.

Had I been any god of power, I would have sunk the

sea within the earth.

Oh, rare it should the good ship so have swallowed and the frightened souls

within her. Be collected, no more amazement. Tell your piteous heart

there's no harm done.

Oh, woe the day!

but in care of thee, of thee, my daughter, thee, my loved one, who art

ignorant of what thou art, not knowing of whence I am, nor that I am more

better than Prospero, the master of a full poor cell, and I no greater,

father. More to know did never meddle with my thoughts. Tis time I should

inform thee further.

So, lie there, my art.

Be collected.

Have comfort.

the direful spectacle of the wreck, which touched the very virtue of

compassion in thee, I have, with such provision in mine heart, so safely

ordered, that there is no soul, no, not so much perdition as an heir befell any

creature in that vessel, which thou heardst cry, which thou sawest sink. Sit

down.

For now, I must no further.

You have often begun to tell me what I am, but stopped, and left me to a

fruitless inquisition, concluding, stay, not yet. Canst thou remember a time

before we came unto this cell? I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not

quite three years old. Certainly, sir, I can.

Tis far off, and rather like a dream than an assurance that my remembrance

warrants. Had I not four or five women once that tended me. Thou

hadst, and more, Miranda, how is it that this lives in thy mind?

What seest thou else in the dark, backward, and abysm of time?

If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam'st here, how thou cam'st here, thou

may'st? But that I do not.

Twelve year since, Miranda.

Twelve year since.

Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and a prince of power.

Sir, and not you, my father.

Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and she said thou wast my daughter.

And thy father was Duke of Milan, and thou his only heir and princess.

No worse issue. Oh, the heavens!

What foul play had we that we came from then, so blessed was't we did.

Both, both, my girl.

My brother, thine uncle called Antonio, I pretty mark me that a brother should

be so perfidious, he whom next thyself of all the world I loved.

To him gave the manage of my estate, myself being transported or wrapped in

secret studies.

Thy false uncle, dost thou attend me? So most hatefully.

Having once mastered how to grant suits, how to deny them, who to advance and who

to trash for overstepping, new created the creatures that were mine, I say, or

changed them or else new formed them. Having both the key of officer and

office, set all hearts in the state to what tune pleased his ear, thou

attend'st not me. Oh, good sir, I do.

I pray thee, mark me.

I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated to studies and the bettering

of my mind, in my false brother awaked an evil nature, and my trust, like to a

good parent, did beget of him a falsehood in its contrary as great as my

trust was.

He being thus lauded, not only with what my revenue yielded, but what my power

might else exact, did believe himself the Duke of Milan.

Me, poor man, my library was dukedom large enough.

But in a while, the king of Naples, being an enemy to me inveterate,

hearkens my brother's suit, which was that he, in lieu of promises of homage

and I know not how much tribute, should presently banish me and mine out of the

dukedom and confer fair Milan with all her honours on my brother.

So it was that...

One midnight, fated to the purpose, a treacherous army levied.

Did Antonio open the gates of Milan, and in the dead of darkness hurried thence

me and thy crying self?

Alack, for pity!

Wherefore did they not that hour destroy us?

Dear, they dared not. So great the love my people bore me. In brief, they

hurried us aboard a bark, bore us some leagues to see.

where they prepared a rotten carcass of a tub, not rigged, nor tackle, sail, nor

mast. The very rats instinctively had quit it.

There they hoist us, to cry to the sea that roared to us, to sigh to the winds,

whose pity, sighing back again, did us but loving wrong.

Alack, what trouble was I then to you?

Oh, a cherubim thou wast, that didst preserve me, thou didst smile.

infuse it with a fortitude from heaven when I had decked the sea with drops

full salt under my burden groaned you raised in me an undergoing stomach

to bear up against what should ensue how came we ashore? by providence divine

some food we had and some fresh water that a noble Neapolitan Gonzalo

Out of his charity, who being then appointed master of this design, did

give us rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries which since have

steadied much.

So of his gentleness, knowing I loved my books, he furnished me out of mine own

library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. Would I might but ever see

that man. Sit still and hear the last of our sea sorrow.

Here in this island we arrived.

And here have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit than other princesses

can, who have more time for vainer hours and tutors not so careful. Heavens,

thank you for it. But now I pray you, sir, for still tis beating in my mind

your reason for raising this sea-storm. By accident, most strange, bountiful

fortune have mine enemies brought to this shore.

and by my prescience i find my zenith doth depend upon a most auspicious star

whose influence if now i court not but omit my fortunes will ever after droop

here cease more questions thou art inclined to sleep tis a good dulness

give it way i know thou canst not chew come away

spirit come i'm ready now approach my ariel Come. All hail great

master, grave Sir Hayne. I come to answer thy best pleasure, be it to fly,

to swim, to dive into the fire, to ride on the curled clouds, to thy strong

bidding, task aerial, and all his quality.

Hast thou spirit performed to point the tempest that I bad be? To every article.

I boarded the king's ship, now on the beak, now in the waist, the deck, in

every cabin. I flamed amazement.

Sometime I'll divide and burn in many places. On the top mast, the yards and

boastwick would I flame distinctly, then meet and join.

Jove's lightnings, the precursors of the dreadful thunderclaps, the fire and

cracks of sulfurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune seemed to besiege and

make his bold waves tremble. Yea, his dread trident.

My brave spirit!

Who was so firm, so constant, that this broil would not infect his reason? Not a

soul, but felt a fever of the mad, and played some tricks of desperation.

All but Marinus plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel. Then, all

afire with me, the king's son, Ferdinand, with hair upstaring. Then,

like weeds, not hair, was the first man that leaped, yelled, Hell is empty, and

all the devils are here.

That's my spirit, but was... not this nigh shore.

Close by, my master. But are they aerial safe? Not a hair perished. On their

sustaining garments, not a blemish, but fresher than before. And, as thou bad'st

me, in troops I have dispersed them about the isle.

The king's son I have landed by himself in an odd angle of the island.

Aerial. Thy task exactly is performed, but there's more work. The time to make

six and now must by us both be spent most preciously. Is there more toil?

Since thou dost give me pains, let me remember thee what thou hast promised,

which is not yet performed me. How now, moody!

What is thou canst demand?

My liberty!

Before the time be out no more. I prithee, remember I have done thee

worthy service, told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served without all

grudge or grumblings. Thou didst promise to bait me a full year.

Dost thou forget from what a torment I did free thee? No. Thou dost.

and thinks it a burden to tread the ooze of the salt deep, to run upon the sharp

winds of the north, to do me business in the veins of the earth when it is baked

with frost. I do not, sir. Thou liest, malignant thing.

Hast thou forgot the foul witch, Sycorax?

Hast thou forgot her?

No, sir. Thou hast.

Where was she born? Speak, tell me. Sir, in Algiers. Oh, was she so?

I must once in a month recount what thou hast been, which thou forget'st. This

damned witch Sycorax, for mischief's manifold and sorcery's terrible to enter

human hearing, from Algiers, thou know'st, was banished.

For one thing she did, they did not take her life. Is not that true? Ay, sir.

This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child, and here was left by

sailors.

Thou, my slave, as thou reports thyself, was then her servant.

and for thou wast a spirit too delicate to act her earthy and abhorred commands

refusing her behests she did confine thee into a cloven pine within which

rift imprisoned didst thou painfully remain a dozen years within which space

she died and left thee there

where thou didst vent thy groans as fast as mill-wheels strike.

Thou best know'st in what a torment I did find thee. Thy groans did make

wolves howl and penetrate the breasts of ever-angry bears. It was a torment to

lay upon the damned.

It was mine art, when I arrived and heard thee, that made gape the pine and

let thee out.

I thank thee, master.

If thou more murmurest, I'll rend an oak and peg thee in his knotty entrails till

thou hast howled away twelve winters. Pardon, master.

I will be correspondent to command and do my spiriting gently. Do so.

And within two days I will discharge thee. That's my noble master. What shall

I do? Say what?

What shall I do? Go.

Make thyself like a nymph for the sea.

Be subject to no sight but thine and mine, invisible to every eyeball else.

Go, take this shape, and hither come in it. Go hence with diligence.

Awake, dear heart, awake.

Thou hast slept well.

Awake. Come on.

We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never yields us kind answer. He's a villain,

sir. I do not love to look on. But as it is, we cannot miss him. He does make our

fire, fetch in our wood, and serves in offices that profit us.

What ho, slave, Caliban, thou earth, thou, speak.

Come forth, I say, there's other business for thee.

Come, thou tortoise, when?

Fine apparition, my quaint Ariel.

Here, hearken thine ear.

My lord, it shall be done.

Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself upon thy wicked dam, come forth.

As wicked you as air my mother brushed with raven's feather from unwholesome

fen drop on you both.

A south-west blow on ye, and blister ye all over. For this, be sure, tonight

thou shalt have cramps, side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up.

Urchins shall for that vast of night that they may work all exercise on thee.

Thou shalt be pinched as thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging than

bees that made them. I must eat my dinner.

This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, which thou takest from me.

When thou camest first, thou stroked me, and made match of me, would give

me water with berries in it.

And teach me how to name the bigger light and how the less that burn by day

and night. And then I love thee.

Show thee all the qualities of the island, the fresh springs, brine pits,

barren place and fertile.

Cursed be I that did so.

All the charms of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you.

For I am all the subjects that thou has.

which first was mine own king, and here you stoy me in this hard rock,

while you do keep from me the rest of the island. Thou most lying slave, whom

stripes may move, not kindness, I have used thee, filth as thou art, with human

care, and lodged thee in mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate the

honour of my child. Oh, ho!

done. Though did prevent me, I had peopled else this oil with calibans.

Abhorred slave, I pitied thee, took pains to make thee speak, taught thee

each hour one thing or other. When thou didst not savage know thine own meaning,

but didst gabble like a thing most brutish, I endowed thy purposes with

words that made them known. You taught me language.

And my profitant is I know how to curse.

The red plague rid you for learning me your language.

Hag, seed, hence.

Fetch us in fuel and be quick thou best to answer other business.

Shrugs thou malice.

If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly what I command, I'll rack thee with old

cramps. Fill all thy bones with aches.

Make thee roar, that beasts shall tremble at thy din. Do pray thee, I

must obey.

His heart is of such power it would control my mother's god.

Set a boss, and even make a slave of him.

So slave!

Come onto these yellow sands, you understand?

All my sprites lend a hand Come onto these yellow

sands And then take hands Curtsy when you have

And kissed the wild way

The Watch Dogs bark, bow, wow, wow, wow.

Hark, hark, I hear the strain of

Strutting, shatting deep.

Coming to these yellow sands and take hands. Everybody grab a lover, be a

lady, be a man.

Twerking with your partner, winding to the floor. We dance until the sun goes

down and then we'll dance some more. Put it for you here and there, till your

head is shatting. Never forget about your worries.

Cry,

huck a little now. People of the island, make your troubles disappear.

Cry, huck a little now.

Cry, huck a little now.

Cry, huck a little now. Cry, huck a little now.

Dr. J-Dot out.

that were his eyes nothing of him that doth fade

but doth suffer a sea change into something

rich and strange sea nymphs hourly ring his

name

Where should this music be?

The air or the earth?

The ditty does remember my drowned father.

This is no mortal business, nor no sound that the earth owns. I hear

it now above me.

Miranda, the fringed curtains of thine eyes advance and say what thou seest,

John.

What is't?

A spirit.

Lord, how it looks about.

Believe me, sir, it carries a brave form, but tis a spirit.

No, wench, it eats and sleeps and hath such senses as we have such.

This gallant which thou seest was in the wreck, and but he's something stained

with grief, that's beauty's canker.

Thou might'st call him a goodly person.

He hath lost his fellows, and strays about to find them. I might call him a

thing divine, for nothing natural I ever saw so noble.

It goes on, I see, as my soul prompts it.

Spirit, fine spirit, I'll free thee within two days for this.

The most sure of the goddess on whom these airs attend.

Vouchsafe, my...

know if you remain upon this island and

that you will some good instruction give how I may bear me here

my prime request which I do last pronounce is oh you wonder

if you be made or no no

wonder sir but Certainly a maid, my language.

Heavens, I am the best of them that speak this speech, were I but where tis

spoken. Oh, the best.

What wert thou if the king of Naples heard thee?

A single thing as I am now that wonders to hear thee speak of Naples.

He does hear me, and that he does, I weep.

Myself and Naples, who with mine eyes never since at Ebb beheld the king my

father wrecked. A lack for mercy. Yes, faith and all his lords.

The first sight they have changed eyes.

Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this.

A word, good sir. I fear you've done yourself some wrong. A word.

Why speaks my father so ungently?

This is the third man that e'er I saw, the first that e'er I sighed for.

Pity moved my father to be inclined my way. Oh, if a virgin and your affections

not gone forth, I'll make you queen of Naples. Soft, sir, one word more.

This swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning make the prize

light. One word more, I charge thee that thou attend me.

Thou dost here usurp the name thou dost not own, and hast put thyself upon this

island as a spy, to win it from me, the lord of it. No, as I am a man. There's

nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.

If the ill spirit have so fair a house, good things will strive to dwell with

it. Follow me. Speak not you for him, he's a traitor.

Come on, I'll manacle thy neck and feet together.

Sea water shalt thou drink, and thy food shall be the fresh brook mussels,

withered roots, and husks wherein the acorn cradled follow. No, I will resist

such entertainment till mine enemy has more power.

Oh, dear father, make not too rash a trial of him, for he's gentle

and not fearsome. What, I say?

My foot, my tutor.

Put thy sword up, traitor, who makes the show, but darest not strike.

Thy conscience is so possessed with guilt.

Come from thy guard, for I can here disarm thee with this stick and make thy

weapon drop. Beseech you, father. Hands, hang not on my garment.

Sir, have pity.

I'll be his surety. Silence.

One word more shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What?

An advocate for an imposter?

Hush. Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he, having seen but him

and Caliban, foolish wench. To the most of men this is a Caliban, and they to

him are angels.

My affections are then most humble. I have no ambition to see a goodlier man.

Come on, obey.

Thy nerves are in their infancy again, and have no vigour in them. So they are.

My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.

But my father's loss, the weakness which I feel, the wreck

of all my friends, nor this man's threats to whom I am subdued, are but

light to me. Might I but through my prison once a day behold

this maid.

All corners else in the earth.

Let liberty make use of.

Space enough have I in such a prison.

It works.

Thou hast done well, my Ariel. Thou shalt be free as mountain winds.

Till then, exactly do all points of my command.

To the syllable.

Personal bits in a plastic bag. Get out of your own clothes. Put on your new H&P

garms. I'll be back in ten.

Look, send me whoever's actually in charge here.

I'm actually in charge. What do you want? We want to see the governor.

I want to see the governor too.

Just to tell him what idiots you all are. Hey!

But until he gets off the golf course, all you've got is me.

Show some respect.

Do you have any idea who this gentleman is?

My apologies, Samuel L. Jackson.

No, no, my bad.

The Pope.

A pox on your throat, you bawling, blasphemous dog.

Like I said, ten minutes.

Beseech you, sir.

Be merry.

You have cause.

So have we all of joy.

For our escape is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe is common.

Every day some sailor's wife, the masters of some merchant, and the

merchant have just our theme of woe. But for the miracle, I mean our

preservation, few in millions can speak like us. Then wisely, good sir,

weigh our sorrow with our comfort.

Breathe in peace.

He receives comfort.

Like cold porridge. Here is everything advantageous to life. True, safe means

to live. How lush and lusty the grass looks. How green.

No, he doth but mistake the truth totally.

But the rarity, oh it is, which is indeed almost beyond credit, that our

garments hold their freshness.

and glosses. You cram these words into mine ears against the stomach of my

sense, for coming thence my son is lost.

Art thou mine heir of Naples and of Milan?

What strange fish hath made his mule on thee?

Sir, he may live.

I saw him beat the surges under him and ride upon their backs. His bold head

barbed the contentious waves he kept, and awed himself with his good arms in

lusty stroke to the shore.

I not doubt he came alive to land.

No!

No, he's gone.

It is foul weather in us all, good sir, when you are cloudy.

Had I plantation,

On this isle, my lord. He'd sow it with nettle seed. Or dock leaves.

And, were king aunt, what would I do?

Escape being drunk for the lack of wine.

All things in common, nature should produce without sweat or endeavour,

treason, felony, sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any weapon would I not

have, but nature should bring forth.

of its own kind, all plenty, all abundance, to feed my innocent people.

No marrying among his subjects?

None, man, all idle, whores and knaves. I would with such perfection

govern, sir, to excel the golden age.

O God, save his majesty.

Leave Gonzalo, and do you mock me, sir?

Pray thee no more.

Thou dost talk nothing to me.

I do well, believe your highness, and did it to give opportunity to these

gentlemen who are of such sensitive and nimble lands.

They are always used to laugh at nothing.

Twas you we laughed at.

Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to you? So you may continue

and laugh at nothing still.

Nay, good my lord, be not angry.

No, I warrant you.

Will you laugh me asleep?

For I am very heavy.

What?

So soon?

Asleep?

I wish mine eyes would with themselves shut up my thoughts.

I find they are inclined to do so. I'll please you, sir.

Do not resist the heavy offer of it. It seldom visits sorrow. When it doth, it

is a comforter. We too, my lord, will guard your person while you take your

rest and watch your safety.

Thank you.

Wanderers, heavy.

What a strange drowsiness possesses them.

It is the quality of the climate.

Why doth it not then our eyelids sink?

I find not myself disposed to sleep.

Nor I. My spirits are nimble.

They fell together as by consent.

They dropped as by a thunder-stroke.

What might, worthy Sebastian?

Oh, what might?

Ah, no more.

And yet, methinks I see it in thy face. My strong imagination sees a crown

dropping upon thy head.

What is it thou didst say?

This is a strange repose.

To be asleep with eyes wide open, standing, speaking, moving, and yet so

fast asleep.

Noble Sebastian, thou let'st thy fortune sleep.

Will you grant with me that Ferdinand is drowned?

He's gone. Then tell me, who is the next heir of Naples?

Say these were death that now hath seized them. Why, they were no worse

than now they are.

There'll be one that can rule Naples as well as he that sleeps.

What a sleep were this for your advancement?

I remember you to supplant your brother.

Prospero. True.

My brother's servants were then my fellows, now they are my men. But for

your conscience.

Ay, sir, where lies that?

I feel not this deity in my bosom.

Here lies your brother, no better than the earth he lies upon.

If he were that which now he's like, that's dead.

Whom I, with this...

Obedient steel, three inches of it, can lay to bed forever.

Thy case, dear friend, shall be my precedent.

As thou got'st my land, I'll come by naples.

One stroke shall free thee from the tribute that thou pay'st, and I, the

king, shall love thee.

Draw together, and when I rear my hand, do you the like to fall it on Gonzalo.

Then let us both be sudden.

Boss knew this would go down, that you, his friend, would not be safe, so he

sent me here to stop this happening. Now his plan can stay in place.

You three are corrupt, proving hypocrites and liars, feeding off the

misfortune of less fortunate others, living the life, flying high, usurping

your own brothers.

Get up, good Gonzalo. Open your eyes, so you can stop. The murder's about to

happen, so wake up, man. Get up!

No one angels preserve the king.

Why are you drawn?

Wherefore this ghastly looking?

What's the matter?

While we stood here, securing your repose, even now we heard a hollow burst

of bellowing, like bulls, or rather lions.

Did it not wake you? It struck my name most terribly.

I heard nothing.

Oh, it was a din to fright a monster's ear, to make an earthquake, sure. It was

the roar of a whole herd of lions.

Inmates! Get your bits. You're not even dressed.

I realise H&B garms ain't up to your standards, but that's tough.

Get change, get it on the trolley and get in the line.

Lead off this ground and let's make further search for my poor son.

Heavens keep him from these beasts.

You're the only dogs around here.

Lead away. Calm down, bruv. I give the orders.

Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have done.

So.

King, go safely on to seek thy son.

me with urchin shoes pitch me in the mire nor lead me like a firebrand in the

dark out of my way unless he bid them but for every trifle are they set upon

me sometime like apes that moo and chatter at me and after bite me

then like hedgehogs which lie tumbling in my barefoot way and make their pricks

at my footfall sometime i might all wound with who with cloven tongues

do hiss me into madness.

Lo, lo, lo, here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me for bringing my wood

home slowly.

I'll fall flat, perchance he will not mind me.

Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear.

weather at all, and another storm brewing.

I hear it sing in the wind.

Yon same black cloud, yon huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would

shed his liquor.

If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head.

Yon same cloud cannot choose but fall by palefuls.

What have we here?

A man or a fish?

Dead or alive?

A fish!

He smells like a fish.

A very ancient and fish-like smell.

A kind of, not of the newest, strange fish.

Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, Not a

holiday fool their butt would give a piece of silver.

Ne'er would this monster make a man.

Any strange beast there makes a man.

When they will not give a ha'penny to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay a

shilling to see this.

Tracey Emin's shite.

Legged like a man.

And his fins like arms.

Warm? Oh, my troth!

I do now let loose my opinion. Hold it no longer.

This is no fish, but an islander that hath lately suffered by a thunder roll.

Alas, the storm has come again.

My best way is to creep under his gabardine. There is no other shelter

hereabouts.

Misery! acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

I will hear shrouds till the dregs of the storm be past.

Here shall I die ashore.

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral.

But here's my comfort. Do not torment me.

What's the matter? Have we devils here?

I have not scaped drowning to be afeard now of your four legs.

This is some monster of the isle with four legs who have got, as I take it, an

ague. But where the devil should he learn our language?

Do not torment me, pretty.

I'll bring my wood home faster.

He's in his fit now and doth not talk after the wisest.

He shall taste of my bottle. If he's never drunk wine before, it will go near

to remove his fit. If I can recover him.

Keep him tame. Get home with him. The man who takes him will pay for him. And

that soundly.

Ah! They'll dust me yet but little hurt. They wilt anon.

Come on, you ways. Open your mouth. Is that that will give language to you,

cat?

Open your mouth. Ah!

This will shake you shaking, I can tell you. And that soundly.

I should know that voice.

It should be.

But he is drowned.

And these are devils.

Defend me.

Four legs and two voices.

The most delicate monster.

If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague. Come,

amen, I will pour some in thy other mouth. Stephano. Dost thy other mouth

call me?

Oh, mercy, mercy.

This is a devil and no monster.

Stephano. If thou be'st Stephano, touch me and speak to me, for I... I am

Trinculo. Be not afeard, thy good friend.

Trinculo. If thou be'st Trinculo, come forth.

I will pull thee by the lesser legs. If any be Trinculo's legs, these are they.

Oh!

Thou art very Trinculo indeed.

Are thou not drowned, Stefano?

I hope now thou art not drowned.

Is the storm overblown?

I hid me under the dead moon calf's gabardine for fear of the storm.

And are thou living, Stefano?

Oh, Stefano! Privy, do not turn me about.

My stomach is not constant.

These be fine things.

If they be not spirits, that's a brave God.

And bears celestial liquor, I will kneel to him. And it's our escape.

How camest thou hither?

Swear by this bottle how thou camest hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack

which the sailors heaved overboard.

I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject, for the liquor is not

earthly. Here, swear then how thou escapest.

Swam a short man, like a duck. Come, catch the book. Though thou canst swim

like a duck, thou art made like a goose.

Ah, Stephano, hast any more of this? The whole butt, man.

Now, now, moon-calf, how dost thine ache you? Hast thou not dropped from heaven?

Out o' the moon, I do assure thee. I was a man in the moon when time was. I have

seen thee in her, and I do adore thee.

O, come, swear to that, kiss the book, swear.

By this good light, this is a very shallow monster.

I have feared of him, a very weak monster.

I'll show thee every fertile inch of the island, and I will kiss thy foot.

I prithee, be my God.

By the sleight, a most perfidious and drunken monster.

When his God's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. I'll kiss thy foot. I will swear

myself thy subject.

Come on then, down and swear.

I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster.

A most scurvy monster.

I could find in my heart to beat him. But that the poor monster's in drink. An

abominable monster.

I'll show thee the best springs.

I'll pluck thee berries. I'll fish for thee. And get thee wood enough.

A plague upon the tyrant that I serve.

I'll bear him no more sticks.

But follow thee.

The wondrous man.

The most ridiculous monster to make a wonder of a poor drunkard. Ay, pretty,

let me bring thee where apples grow.

And I, with my long nails, will dig thee pig nuts, show thee a jay's nest, and

instruct thee how to snare the nimble marmoset.

I'll bring thee hazel nuts.

And sometime will I get the young scammels from the rock.

Will they go with me? I privy lead the way without any more talking.

Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit

here. Here, bear my bottle.

Fellow Trinculo, we will fill him by and by again.

Farewell!

No more dams I'll make for fish.

No fetching, firing, act requiring.

No scraped trench and no washed dish.

prison inmate and you still got a 10-year stretch to do and it's bang up

and the pantomime is over twit and twat get rid get in line losers

alas

now pray you work not so hard i would the lightning had Burnt up these logs

that you are enjoined to pile.

Pray set it down and rest you.

My father's hard at study.

Pray now rest yourself.

He's safe for these three hours.

Oh, most dear mistress, the sun will set before I shall discharge what I must

strive to do. If you'll sit down the while, I'll bear your logs the while.

No, precious creature.

I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, than you should such dishonour

undergo while I sit lazy by.

It would become me as well as it does you. And I should do it with much more

ease, for my goodwill is to it and yours is against.

You look wearily.

No, noble mistress, tis...

Fresh morning with me when you are by at night.

I do beseech you chiefly that I might set it in my prayers.

What is your name?

Miranda.

Oh, my father, I have broke your hest to say so.

Admired Miranda.

Indeed, the top of admiration.

Worth what's dearest to the world.

Full many a lady I have eyed with... best regard, and many a time the harmony

of their tongues hath into bondage brought my too diligent ear.

For several virtues I have liked several women, never any with so full soul,

but some defect in her did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, and put

it to the foil. But you, oh, you so Perfect and so

peerless are created of every creature's best.

I do not know one of my sex.

No woman's face, remember, save from my glass, mine own.

Nor have I seen more that I may call men than you, good friend, and my dear

father.

How features are abroad I am skillless of, but by my modesty, the jewel in my

dower. I would not wish any companion in the world but you, nor can

imagination form a shape besides yourself to like of, but I prattle

something too wildly, and my father's precepts I therein do forget. I am in my

condition a prince, Miranda.

I do think a king.

I would not so.

And would no more endure this wooden slavery than to suffer the flesh

fly blow my mouth.

Hear my soul speak.

The very instant that I set eyes on you did my heart fly to your

service. There resides to make me slave to it. And for your sake am I

this patient log man.

Do you love me? Oh, heaven, oh, earth, bear witness to this sound

and crown what I profess with kind event if I speak true.

I, beyond all limit of what else in the world, do love, prize, honour you.

I'm a fool to weep at what I'm glad of.

Wherefore weep you at mine unworthiness.

not offer what I desire to give, much less take what I shall die to want.

But this is trifling, and all the more it seeks to hide itself, the bigger bulk

it shows.

Hence bashful cunning, and prompt me, plain and holy innocence, I am your

wife, if you will marry me.

If not, I will die your maid.

To be your fellow you may deny me, but I will be your servant, whether you will

or no.

My mistress, dearest, and I thus humble ever. My husband, then? I,

with a heart as willing as the bondage air of freedom.

Here's my hand. And mine, with my heart in't.

Our farewell till half an hour hence.

A thousand thousand.

Water and not a drop before.

Therefore, bear up and bold him.

Servant monster, drink to me.

Servant monster?

The folly of this island.

They say there'd be but five upon this isle. We are three of them.

If the other two be brained like us, the state totters.

Drink, servant monster, when I bid thee.

Oh, my man-monster hath drowned his tongue in sack.

For my part, the sea cannot drown me. I swam, ere I could recover to shore, five

and thirty leagues off and on. Moon-calf, speak for once in thy life,

if thou be'st a good moon-calf. How does thy honour?

Let me lick thy shoe.

I'll not serve him. He's not valiant.

Thou liest, most ignorant monster.

ready to jostle a constable. Who are you?

Why, you debauched fish, now.

Was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much sack as I today?

Well, don't tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster. Now,

how he mocks me.

Well, now, let him, my lord.

Trinky, now.

Keep a good tongue in your head if you prove a mutineer the next tree.

The poor monster's my subject and he shall not suffer indignity. I thank my

noble lord.

Will thou be pleased to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?

Marry will I. Kneel and repeat it. I will stand and

so shall Trinculo.

As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer, that by

his cunning hath cheated me of the island.

Thou liest.

Thou liest?

Thou jesting monkey, thou!

I would my valiant master would destroy thee, I do not lie.

Trinculo, if you trouble him any more into tale,

By this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.

I ain't said nothing.

Mumlin, and no more.

Proceed. I say, by sorcery he got this oil. From me he got it.

If thy greatness will revenge it on him, for I knew thou darest. But this thing

dares not. Yeah, that's most certain.

Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee.

How now can this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party? Yeah, yeah,

my lord, I'll yield him thee asleep, where thou mayest knock an isle into his

head. Thou liest, thou canst not.

What a point in is this?

Thou scurvy patch, I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows, and take his

bottle from him. When that's gone, he'll drink.

Fat Brian, for I'll not show him where the quick freshers are.

Trinculo, run into no further danger.

Interrupt the monster one word more, and by this hand I will turn my mercy out of

doors and make a stop fish of thee.

Why, what did I? I did nothing.

Did thou not say he lied?

No liest.

Do I so?

Take thou this.

As you like that, give me the lie another time. I did not give the lie.

And hearing too.

A pox o' your bottle. This can sack an drinking do.

A plague o' your monster.

And the devil take your fingers.

Pruvy, stand farther off. Beat him enough. After a little time, I'll beat

him too.

Stand farther.

Come, proceed.

Why, as I told thee, tis a custom of his in the afternoon to sleep.

There thou mayest brine him, having first seized his books.

or with a log batter his skull, porch him with a stake, or cut his wisdom with

thy knife.

And that most deeply to consider is the beauty of his daughter.

He himself calls her a nonpareil.

Is so brave the lass? Ay, lord, she will become thy bed, I warrant,

and bring thee forth brave brood. Monster, I will kill this man.

His daughter and I shall be king and queen, save our graces, and Trinculo and

thyself shall be viceroys.

Dost like the plot, Trinculo?

Excellent. Give me thy hand. I'm sorry I beat thee, but while thou livest, keep a

good tongue in thy head.

Within this half hour will he be asleep. Will thou destroy him then?

Ay, on mine order. This will I tell my master.

Thou makest me merry.

Full of pleasure.

Let us be jocund.

Will you sing the ditty you taught me while ere?

What I request, monster, I will do reason, any reason. Come on, Trinculo,

let us sing.

Wasn't it good?

Oh, so good.

Wasn't it fine?

Oh, so fine.

Isn't it mad?

What is this sound? This is the tune of our ditty played by the picture of no-

Thou be'st a man, show thyself in thy likeness. If thou be'st a devil, take

this thou list. Ah, forgive me my sins. He that dies pays all debts. I defy

thee. Oh, mercy upon us. Art thou afeard?

Oh, no, monster, not I. Thou not afeard?

The oil is full of noises, sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt

not.

Sometimes.

thousand twangling instruments will hum about mine ears and sometime voices that

if I then had waked after long sleep would make me sleep again and then in

dreaming the clouds my thought would open and show riches ready to drop upon

me that when I waked I cried to dream again This shall prove a brave kingdom

to me where I shall get my music for nothing.

When Prospero is destroyed.

Yeah, that shall be by and by. I remember the story.

The sound is going away.

Let's follow it. And after three or what? Late, monster. We'll follow.

I would I could see this Taborer. He lays it on.

By lakin, I can go no further, sir.

My old bones ache.

By your patience, our needs must rest me.

Old lord, I cannot blame thee, for I am myself attached with weariness to the

dulling of my spirits.

He is drowned, whom thus we stray to find.

And the sea mocks our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go.

I am right glad that he's so out of hope. Do not for one repulse forego the

purpose that you resolve to effect.

The next advantage will we take thoroughly. Let it be tonight, for now

they are oppressed with trouble. I say tonight!

No more!

What harmony is this?

My good friend's heart.

Marvellous. Sweet.

Music.

Good evening, sir. It's very lovely to have you back with us again tonight.

Your usual table's ready for you by the window.

I'd like to draw your attention to a brand new specials board this evening.

And if you would like to sample our fish dish, we have a rather cheeky white

ryoka.

Good afternoon, sir. Always a pleasure to see you.

You look like you've been keeping in fantastic shape.

Wow. Will you be using the oil today?

Wonderful. Lie back and relax.

Is that my ride?

Sweet. Rolling out in my black Lamborghini.

Tinted windows, me no wonder why I see me.

Peace that I am, the music's busting out.

All I need to know is where the girls them at.

Congratulations, sir.

You did it. You deserve this.

Men of sin, whom destiny that hath as instrument this lower world and what is

in't, the never surfeited sea hath caused to belch up you.

And on this island, where man doth not inhabit, you mongst men being most unfit

to live, I have made you man, and even with such like valour, men hang and

drown their proper selves.

You fools!

I and my fellows are ministers of fate.

The elements with which your swords are tempered may as well wound the loud

winds, or with bemocked-hat stabs kill the still-closing waters as diminish one

feather in my clue.

My fellow ministers are like invulnerable.

If you could hurt, your swords are now too massy for your strengths and will

not be uplifted.

Remember, for that's my business to you, that you three from

Milan did supplant good Prospero, exposed unto the

sea, for which foul deed the powers delaying, not forgetting, have incensed

the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures against your peace.

He of thy son, Alonso, they have bereft, and do pronounce

by me lingering perdition.

Worse than any death can be at once, shall step by step attend you

and your ways.

Whose wrath's to guard you from, which here in this most desolate isle else

falls upon your heads, is nothing.

but heart sorrow and a clear life ensuing.

Bravely this figure hast thou performed. My aerial of my instruction hast thou

nothing baited in what thou hadst to say.

So, with good life and observation strange, my meaner ministers their

several kinds have done. My high charms work.

And these mine enemies are all knit up in their distractions.

They now are in my power.

In the name of something holy, sir, why stand you in this strange stare?

Oh, it is monstrous.

Monstrous. I thought the billows spoke and told me of it. The wind is singing

it to me and the thunder that...

deep and dreadful organ pipe, pronounced the name of Prospero.

It did base my trespass.

Therefore my son in the ooze is bedded, and I will seek him deeper than ever.

Plummet sounded, and with him there lie mudded.

Cobra, cobra, it may sound, it may sound.

great guilt like poison given to work a great time after now begins to bite the

spirits. I'll watch them and hinder them from what this ecstasy may now provoke

them to.

Ecstasy? In this prison? You're the first one up for a piss test.

Get him up and get him out.

Solitary for you.

Enough.

In these fits, I'll leave them.

while I visit young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drowned.

If I have too austerely punished you, your compensation makes amends, for I am

giving you here the half of my own life, or that for which I live,

which here and now I tender to thy hands.

All thy vexations were but my trials of thy love, and thou hast strongly stood

the test.

Here.

For heaven, I ratify this, my rich gift.

Ah, Ferdinand, do not smile at me that I do boast of her, for thou shalt find she

will outstrip all praise and make it halt behind her. I do believe it against

an oracle.

Then as my gift and thine own acquisition worthily purchased, take my

daughter.

But if thou dost break her virgin knot before all sanctimonious ceremonies may

with full and holy writ be ministered, no sweetest person shall the heavens let

fall to make this contract grow.

But barren hate, sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew the union of

your bed with weeds so loathly that you shall hate it both. As I hope for quiet

days.

fair issue and long life, with such love as tis now, the murkiest den,

the most opportune place, the strongest suggestion our worser genius can,

shall never melt mine honour into lust, to take away the edge of that day's

celebration. The strongest oaths us draw to the fire in the blood, be you

abstemious or else.

Good night, your vow. I warrant you, sir, the white, cold, virgin snow upon

my heart abates the ardour of my liver.

Well.

So.

Take her, then. She is thine own.

Ariel. What would my potent master?

Here I am. Go, bring the rabble, or whom I give thee power, here to this place.

Incite them to quick motion, for I must now bestow upon the eyes of this young

couple some vanity of mine art. It is my promise, and they expect it of me.

Presently? Yes.

In a twink. You know that I'm quick, that I'm fast, that I'm fly. The speed

of your thoughts, in the blink of an eye. Whenever you want, whatever you

need. My sprites and I, we will succeed.

You know we can do it, you know we got flow.

But do you love me, master?

No?

Dearly, my delicate Ariel.

Now, no tongue, all eyes, be silent.

Riches, marriage, blessing,

long continuous

and increasing.

Hourly joys be still over.

Blessings on...

Fruits are plenty.

Barns and larders never empty.

Vines and clusterings, bunches growing.

Vines and goodly burdens flowing.

Spring comes to you at the farthest, at the very

end of harvest.

Scarcity and warmth shall shun you.

All blessings fall upon you.

Spring comes to you at the farthest.

At the very end of harvest.

Scarcity and want shall shun you. All our blessings fall upon you.

This is a most majestic vision.

Harmonious. Charmingly.

May I be bold to think these spirits.

Spirits. Which by mine art I have from their confines called to enact my

present fancies. Let me live here ever.

Such a rare, wondered father and a wife makes this place paradise.

Sweet now.

Silence.

You do look, my son, in a movered sort, as if you were dismayed.

Be cheerful, sir.

Our revels now are ending.

These, our actors, as I foretold you, are all spirits and are melted into air,

into thin air.

And like the baseless fabric of this vision, the cloud-capped towers, the

gorgeous palaces,

The solemn temple, the great globe itself, yea, all which it inherit shall

dissolve.

And like this insubstantial pageant faded, leave not a wrack behind.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on.

Our little life, is rounded with a sleep.

Ah, sir, I am vexed. Bear with my weakness.

My old brain is troubled.

Be not disturbed by my infirmity, if you be pleased.

Retire into my cell and there repose. A turn or two I'll walk to still my

beating mind.

We wish you peace.

What's thy pleasure?

We must prepare to meet with Caliban.

Aye, my commander.

Where didst thou leave these varlets? I told you, sir, they were red-hot with

drinking, so full of valour that they smote the air for breathing in their

faces,

beat the ground for kissing of their feet, yet always bending toward their

project. Then I beat my table, at which like unbacked... They pricked their

ears, advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses as they smelt music.

So I charmed their ears that calf-like, they my lowing, followed through,

toothed briars, sharp furses, pricking gorse and thorns which entered their

frail shins. At last I left them in the filthy mantel pool beyond your cell,

there dancing.

Up to the chins that the foul lake all stunk their feet. This was well done, my

bird.

Thy shape invisible, retain thou still.

The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither. For bait to catch these thieves.

I go, I go!

A devil, a pawn devil, on whose nature nurture can

never stick.

On whom my pains, most humanely taken, were lost. All lost, quite

lost.

And as with age his body uglier grows, so his mind cankers.

I will plague them all, even to... The what?

Pray you, tread softly.

Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better

than play the jack with us. Monster, I do smell all horse piss, at which my

nose is in great indignation.

So is mine.

Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you, look you. Thou

wert but a lost monster. Good my lord, give me thy favour still.

Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee too shall hoodwink this mischance.

Speak softly.

All's hushed as midnight yet. Aye, but to lose her bottles and her pill. There

is not only disgrace and dishonour in that monster, but an infinite loss.

That's more to me than my wedding. Yet this is your harmless fairy monster.

I will retrieve my bottle, though I be o' ears for my labour. May you, my king,

be quiet!

So you're still here.

This is the mouth of the cell.

No noise. and enter do that good mischief which may make this isle thine

own forever and I thy Caliban for I thy foot licker give me thy hand

I do begin to have bloody thoughts

It is but trash.

Oh, ho, monster. We know what belongs to a frippery. Oh, King Stephano. Trinculo,

put off that gown. By this head, I will have that gown. Thy grace shall have it.

The drops he drowned this fall.

Let's alone and do the murder first.

If he awake, from toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches.

Make us strange stuff.

Be you quiet, monster. Is not this my jerking?

I will have none, aunt.

this away or I will turn you out to my kingdom. Here, carry that. You earned

this. Aye, and this.

Go!

Let them be hunted, soundly. Aren't they rude?

Now does my project gather to a head.

My charms crack not, my spirits obey and... goes upright with his carriage.

How's the day?

On the sixth hour.

At which time, my lord, you said our work would cease. I did say so.

How fares the king and his followers?

Confined together.

They cannot budge till your release.

The king, his brother, and yours abide all three distracted.

But chiefly, him that you term, sir, the good old Lord Gonzalo.

His tears run down his beard like winter's drops from eaves of reeds. Your

charm so strongly works him, that if you now beheld them, your affections would

become tender.

Dost thou think so, spirit? Mine would so woe a human. And mine shall.

Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling of their afflictions?

and shall not myself, one of their kind, who'd relish all as sharply passion as

they, be kindlier moved than thou art?

Though with my high wrongs I am struck to the quick, yet with my

nobler reason, gainst my fury, I do take part.

The rarer action is in virtue.

than in vengeance.

They being penitent, the sole drift of my purpose doth extend not a frown

further.

Go, release them.

Their senses I'll restore, and they shall be themselves.

I'll fetch them, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen, we need your help with this next bit. You are each given a

torch, if you could turn that on. Thank you.

Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,

and ye who on the sands with printless foot do chase the ebbing Neptune and do

fly him when he comes back, you demi-puppets that by moonshine do

the green sour ringlets make whereof the ewe not bites, and you...

whose pastime is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice to hear the

solemn curfew, by your aid, weak masters though ye be, I have

bedimmed the noontide sun, called forth the mutinous winds, and

twixt the green sea and the azured vault, set roaring war!

To the dread rattling thunder I have given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak

with his own bolt.

The strong-based promontory have I made shake, and by the spurs plucked up

the pine and cedar.

Graves at my command have waked their sleepers, oped, and let them forth by my

so potent art.

But this rough magic I here abjure.

And when I've required some heavenly music, which even now I do, to work mine

end upon their senses that this airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,

bury it, certain fathoms in the earth.

and deeper than did ever plummet sound.

I'll drown my book.

A solemn air, and the best comforter to an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains, now

useless, boiled within thy skull.

There stay.

for you are spell-stopped.

O good Gonzalo, my true preserver and loyal sir to him thou followest, I'll

pay thy graces home both in word and deed.

Most cruelly didst thou, Alonso, use me and my child.

Thy brother was a furtherer in the act. Thou art pinched for it now, Sebastian.

Flesh and blood.

Hermano mio, that entertained ambition, expelled remorse

and nature, who with Sebastian here would have killed your king, I do forget

thee.

Ah, unnatural though thou art.

Their understanding begins to swell.

And the approaching tide will shortly fill the reasonable shore that now lies

foul and muddy.

Not one of them that yet looks on me or would know me, Ariel.

Everyone, lights off.

I will discase me and present myself as I was sometime.

Milan.

Behold, Sir King, the wronged Duke of Milan.

Prospero, for more assurance that the living prince does speak to thee, I do

embrace thy body, and to thee and thy company I bid a hearty welcome,

whether thou be'st he or no, or some enchanted trifle

to abuse me as late I have been, I not know.

Thy pulse beats as a flesh.

and blood and since i saw thee the affliction of my mind amends with which

i fear a madness held me thy dukedom i resign and do

entreat thou pardon me my wrongs but how should prospero be living and be here

first all torment tumult wonder and amazement inhabit here

Some heavenly power, guide us out of this fearful country.

My noble lord, let me embrace thine age, whose graces cannot be measured or

confined.

Whether this be or be not, I'll not swear.

You do yet taste some subtleties of the isle, which will not let you believe

things certain.

Welcome, my friends all.

But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, I could pluck his highness's

frown upon you and justify you traitors. The devil speaks in him. No.

For you, most wicked sir, whom to call

brother would even infect my mouth.

I do forgive thee thy

rankest faults, all of them.

If that thou be'st prospero, give us particulars of thy preservation, how

thou hast met us here.

who three hours since were wrecked upon this shore, where I have lost.

How sharp the point of this remembrance is.

My dear son, Ferdinand.

I am woe for it, sir.

Irreparable is the loss, and patience, as it is past, her cure.

And I have means much weaker than you may call to comfort you, for I have lost

a daughter.

Daughter.

Oh, heavens, that they were living.

Both in Naples, a king and queen there. That they were, I wish myself, were

muddied in that oozy bed where my son lies.

When did you lose your daughter?

In this last tempest.

Know for certain that I am Prospero, and that very duke who was thrust forth of

Milan, who most strangely upon this shore where you were wrecked was landed.

This sells my court.

Here have I few attendants, and subjects none abroad.

Pray you, look in.

Sweet sir, you play me false. Oh, my dearest love, I would not for the world.

Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle, and I would call it fair play.

If this prove a vision of the island, one day a son shall I twice lose.

A most time miracle.

Though the seas threaten.

They are merciful.

I have cursed them without cause.

Oh, the blessings of a glad mother compass thee about.

Arise and say how thou camest here.

Oh, wonder how many goodly creatures are there here.

Oh, how beauteous mankind.

is new to thee.

Is this the goddess that hath severed us and brought us thus together?

Sir, she is mortal, but by immortal providence she is mine.

I chose her when I could not ask my father for advice, nor thought I had

one. She is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan, of whom so often I have heard

renown, but never saw before.

of whom I have received a second life and a second father, this lady

makes him to me. And I am hers.

But oh, how oddly will it sound that I must ask my child forgiveness.

There, stop, sir. Let us not burden our remembrance with a heaviness that's

gone. or rejoice beyond a common joy and set it down with gold or lasting

pillars. In one voyage did Ferdinand find a wife, where he himself was lost,

Prospero, his dukedom in a poor isle, and all of us ourselves, where no man

was his own.

Give me your hands, that grief and sorrow still embrace.

His heart that doth not wish you joy.

Be it so.

Amen.

Amen.

Wast well done.

Bravely, my diligence.

Thou shalt be free.

Now, set Caliban and his companions free.

Untie the spell.

Every... man for himself, for all his but fortune.

Peragio, bully monster, Peragio.

Oh, if these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly

sage. Oh, set a boss.

These be brave spirits indeed.

How fine my master is, I am afraid he will chastise me.

Mark but the badges of these men, my lord, then say if they be true.

These three have robbed me, and this demi-devil, for he's a bastard one, had

plotted with them to take my life.

Two of these fellows you must know and own.

This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine.

Or shall be pinched to death. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? Where

should they find this grand liquor that hath gilded him? How camest thou in this

pickle?

I have been in such a pickle since I saw you last that I fear me will

never out of my bones.

Why, how now, Stefano? Oh, touch me not, for I am not Stefano, but I cramp.

You would be king of the isles, sir. I should have been a sore one, then.

This is a strange thing, as e'er I looked on. Go, sirrah, and as you look

to have my pardon, go to my cell and trim it handsomely. Ay, that I will.

And I'll be wise hereafter and seek for grace.

Oh, what a thrice double arse was I to take this drunkard for a god and worship

this dull fool.

No!

No!

Go to a way!

This is as strange a path as airmen trod.

And there is in this business more than nature was ever conduct of. Some oracle

must rectify our knowledge.

Sir, my liege, at picked leisure, singly, I will resolve you of all these

happened accidents.

Till then, I invite your highness and your train to my poor cell, and in the

morn I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples.

And I promise you calm seas, auspicious gales.

and sail so expeditious that shall take thy royal fleet far off.

My aerial chick, this is thy charge.

Then to the elements be free.

And fare thee well.

I shall miss thee.

I do fly,

I do fly, I do fly, I do fly, I do fly, I do fly.

On a bat's back, I do fly.

I do fly, I do fly, I do fly, I do fly, I do fly.

After summer, Mary Lee.

After summer, Mary Lee, Mary Lee, Mary Lee.

Shall I live now under the blossom that hangs

on the bough?

Mary Lee.

Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom

that hangs on the bough

Now

my charms are all o'erthrown And what strength I have's mine own Which is most

faint now, tis true I must be here confined by you

Now I lack spirits to enforce, art to enchant,

and my ending is despair unless I be relieved by prayer, which

pierces so that it assaults mercy itself and frees all faults.

As you from crimes would pardoned be, let your indulgence set

me free.