O look Sir, look Sir, here are more of us!
I prophesy'd, if a gallows were on land
This fellow could not drown. Now, blasphemy,
That swear'st grace o'er-board, not an oath on shore?
Hast thou no mouth by land? what is the news?

Boats.
The best news is, that we have safely found
Our King and company; the next, our ship
Which but three glasses since we gave out split,
Is tight and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when
We first put out to sea.

Ari.
Sir, all this service
Have I done since I went.

Pro.
My tricksey spirit!

Alon.
These are not natural events; they strengthen
From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?

Boats.
If I did think, Sir, I were well awake,
I'd strive to tell you. We were dead a-sleep,
And, how we know not, all clapt under hatches,
Where but ev'n now with strange and sev'ral noises
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains,
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awak'd; straightway at liberty:
Where we, in all our trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good and gallant ship; our master
Capring to eye her; on a trice, so please you,
Ev'n in a dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.

Ari.
Was't well done?

Pro.
Bravely, my diligence; thou shalt be free.

Alon.
This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod,
And there is in this business more than nature
Was ever conduct of; some oracle
Must rectifie our knowledge.

Pro.
Sir, my Liege,
Do not infest your mind with beating on
The strangeness of this business; at pickt leisure
(Which shall be shortly) single I'll resolve you,
Which to you shall seem probable, of every
These happen'd accidents; 'till when be chearful,
And think of each think well. Come hither, spirit;
Set Caliban and his companions free:
Untie the spell. How fares my gracious Sir?
There are yet missing of your company
Some few odd lads, that you remember not.

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