Act V

Go to; away!

Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.

Or stole it, rather.

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

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’ll bring you to your ship and so to Naples,

Where I have hope to see the nuptial