This is as strange a thing as e’er I looked on

Alonso, indicating Caliban
This is as strange a thing as e’er I looked on.
Prospero
He 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.
Caliban
Ay, that I will, and I’ll be wise hereafter
And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass
Was I to take this drunkard for a god,
And worship this dull fool!

What a thrice-double ass
Was I to take this drunkard for a god,
And worship this dull fool!

Prospero
Go to, away!
Alonso, to Stephano and Trinculo
Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.
Sebastian
Or stole it, rather.
 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
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
Of these our dear-belovèd solemnized,
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
Alonso
I long
To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.
Prospero
I’ll deliver all,
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sail so expeditious that shall catch
Your royal fleet far off.  Aside to Ariel.  My Ariel, chick,
That is thy charge. Then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well.—Please you, draw near.
 They all exit.