. The comedies, histories, tragedies, and poems of William Shakspere. eunt Cal., Ste., and Trin. Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train. To my poor cell: where you shall take your rest ^ Strange thing. So the original. The ordinary reading is strange a thing. SCENE I.] THE TEMPEST. 593 For this one night; which (part of it) I 11 waste With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it Go quick away: the story of my life. And the particular accidents gone by, Since I came to this isle: And in the morn I 11 bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, Where I have hope to see the nuptial
. The comedies, histories, tragedies, and poems of William Shakspere. eunt Cal., Ste., and Trin. Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train. To my poor cell: where you shall take your rest ^ Strange thing. So the original. The ordinary reading is strange a thing. SCENE I.] THE TEMPEST. 593 For this one night; which (part of it) I 11 waste With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it Go quick away: the story of my life. And the particular accidents gone by, Since I came to this isle: And in the morn I 11 bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, Where I have hope to see the nuptial Of these our dear-belovd solemnised; And thence retire me to my Milan, where Every third thought shall be my - I long To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear I 11 deliver all; And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, And sail so expeditious, that shall catch Your royal fleet far off.—My Ariel;—chick,— That is thy charge; then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well!—[aside.] Please you, draw near. \ [Aaples, /rom the sea 594 THE TEMPEST. [aCT EPILOGUE. Spoken by Pkospero. Now my cliarms are all oerthrown, And what strength I have s mine own ; Which is most faint: now t is true, I must be here confind by you, Or sent to Naples : Let me not. Since I have my dukedom got, And pardond the deceiver, dwell In this bare island, by your spell; But release me from my bands, With the help of your good hands. Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails. Which was to please: Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair. Unless I be relievd by prayer; Which pierces so, that it assaults % Mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardond be. Let your indulgence set me free. ILLUSTRATIONS. ACT I. Scene I.—Boatswain, &c. Upon this scene Dr. Johnson has the followingremark :— In this naval dialogue, perhaps thefirst example of sailors language exhibited on
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