The Tempest

by: William Shakespeare

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STEPHANO

300O, touch me not. I am not Stephano, but a cramp.

STEPHANO

Oh, don’t touch me. I’m not Stephano, I’m a walking cramp.

PROSPERO

You’d be king o' th' isle, sirrah?

PROSPERO

You wanted to be king of the island, sir?

STEPHANO

I should have been a sore one then.

STEPHANO

I would’ve been a sore king then.

ALONSO

(indicating CALIBAN)
This is a strange thing as e'er I looked on.

ALONSO

(pointing at CALIBAN) This is the strangest thing I ever saw in my life.

PROSPERO

305He is as disproportioned in his manners
As in his shape.—(to CALIBAN) Go, sirrah, to my cell.
Take with you your companions. As you look
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.

PROSPERO

He’s as ugly in his manners as he is in appearance.—(to CALIBAN) Go, sir, to my room, and take your companions with you. If you want me to forgive you, make it neat and tidy.

CALIBAN

Ay, that I will. And I’ll be wise hereafter
310And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god
And worship this dull fool!

CALIBAN

I will indeed. And after this I’ll be good and hope you forgive me. What an idiot I was to think this drunkard was a god and to worship such a stupid fool!

PROSPERO

     Go to, away.

PROSPERO

Go away, now.

ALONSO

(to STEPHANO and TRINCULO)
Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.

ALONSO

(to STEPHANO and TRINCULO) Go, and put your garbage back where you found it.

SEBASTIAN

315Or stole it, rather.

SEBASTIAN

Or stole it, rather.
Exeunt CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO
CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO exit.

PROSPERO

Sir, I invite your highness and your train
To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest
For this one night, which—part of it—I’ll waste
With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make it
320Go quick away: the story of my life
And the particular accidents gone by
Since I came to this isle. And in the morn
I’ll bring you to your ship and so to Naples,
Where I have hope to see the nuptial
325Of these our dear-belovèd solemnized,
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.

PROSPERO

Sir, I invite your highness and your entourage to my little room, where you can sleep tonight. But for this evening—part of it, at least—I’ll tell you tales to make the time pass quickly. I’ll narrate the story of my life, and give you all the details of what happened to me since I first came to this island. And in the morning I’ll take you to your ship and we’ll sail to Naples, where I hope to see this loving couple married. After that I’ll retire to Milan, where I’ll contemplate my death, which is soon to come.