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- ACT FIVE THE TEMPEST SCENE ONE
Where, but even now, with strange and several noises
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,
And mo diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awaked; straightway, at liberty;
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master
Capering to eye her:— on a trice, so please you,
Even in a dream, were we divided from them.
And were brought moping hither.
Ariel. \Aside to Prospero] Was't well done?
Prospero. [Aside to Ariet] Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt
be free.
Alonso. 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 rectify our knowledge.
Prospero. Sir, my liege,
Do not infest your mind with beating on
The strangeness of this business ; at pick'd leisure
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