Pro.

I am woe for't, fir.

Alon. Irreparable is the lofs; and patience

Says, it is paft her cure.

You have not fought her help; of whose soft grace,
For the like lofs I have her fovereign aid,

And reft myself content.

Alon.

You the like lofs?

Pro. As great to me, as late; and, portable
To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker
Than you may call to comfort you; for I

O heavens! that they were living both in Naples,
The king and queen there! that they were, I wish
Myself were mudded in that oozy bed

Where my fon lies. When did you lofe your daughter? Pro. In this laft tempeft. I perceive, these lords

At this encounter do so much admire,

That they devour their reason; and scarce think
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath: but, howfoe'er you have
Been juftled from your fenfes, know for certain,
That I am Profpero, and that very duke

Which was thrust forth of Milan: who most strangely
Upon this fhore, where you were wreck'd, was landed,
To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;

For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,

Not a relation for a breakfalt, nor

Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, fir;
This cell's my court: here have I few attendants,
And fubjects none abroad: pray you, look in.
My dukedom fince you have given me again,

I will requite you with as good a thing;

At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye,
As much as me my dukedom.

The entrance of the cell opens, and difcovers FERDINAND and
MIRANDA playing at chefs.

Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.

Fer.

I would not for the world.

No, my dearest love,

Mira. Yes, for a fcore of kingdoms, you should wrangle, And I would call it fair play.

Alon.

If this prove

A vifion of the island, one dear fon

Shall I twice lofe.

Seb.

A most high miracle!

Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful:

I have curs'd them without cause. [FERD. kneels to ALON.
Alon.
Now all the bleffings

Of a glad father compass thee about!

Arife, and fay how thou cam'st here.

Mira.

O! wonder!

How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,

That has fuch people in't!

Pro.

'Tis new to thee.

Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou waft at play? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:

Is the the goddess that hath sever'd us,

And brought us thus together?

Sir, fhe's mortal;

Fer.
But, by immortal providence, fhe's mine;
I chose her, when I could not ask my father
For his advice; nor thought I had one : she
Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan,

Of whom so often I have heard renown,
But never faw before; of whom I have
Receiv'd a fecond life, and fecond father
This lady makes him to me.

But O, how oddly will it found, that I
Must ask my child forgiveness!

Pro.

There, fir, ftop;

Let us not burden our remembrances
With a heaviness that's gone.

Gon.

I have inly wept,

Or fhould have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods,
And on this couple drop a blessed crown;

For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way
Which brought us hither!

Alon.

I fay, amen, Gonzalo!

Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his iffue
Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice
Beyond a common joy; and set it down
With gold on lasting pillars: In one voyage
Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis;
And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife,
Where he himself was loft; Profpero his dukedom,
In a poor ifle; and all of us, ourselves,

When no man was his own.

Alon.

Give me your hands :

[To FER. and MIR.

Let grief and forrow still embrace his heart,
That doth not wish you joy!

Gon.

Be't fo! Amen!

Re-enter ARIEL, with the Mafter and Boatfwain amazedly

following.

O look, fir, look, fir; here are more of us!

I prophefy'd,

I prophefy'd, if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown :-Now, blafphemy,
That swear'ft grace o'erboard, not an oath on fhore?
Haft thou no mouth by land? What is the news?

Boats. The best news is, that we have fafely found
Our king, and company: the next, our fhip,—
Which, but three glaffes fince, we gave out fplit,-
Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when

We first put out to fea.

Ari.

Sir, all this fervice

[Afide.

My trickfy fpirit!

Have I done fince I went.

Pro.

Alon. These are not natural events; they ftrengthen,
From strange to ftrange:-Say, how came you hither?
Boats. If I did think, fir, I were well awake,
I'd ftrive to tell you. We were dead of fleep,

And (how, we know not,) all clapp'd under hatches,
Where, but even now, with strange and several noifes
Of roaring, fhrieking, howling, gingling chains,
And more diversity of founds, all horrible,
We were awak'd; straitway, at liberty:
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant fhip; our master
Cap'ring to eye her: On a trice, so please you,
Even 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 ftrange a maze as e'er men trod : And there is in this business more than nature

Was ever conduct of: fome oracle

Muft rectify our knowledge.

[Afide.

Pro.

Sir, my liege,

Do

Do not infest your mind with beating on

The strangenefs of this business; at pick'd leisure,
Which shall be shortly, fingle I'll refolve you
(Which to you shall seem probable,) of every
Thefe happen'd accidents: till when, be cheerful,
And think of each thing well.-Come hither, fpirit;

Set Caliban and his companions free :

[Afide.

Untie the fpell. [Exit ARIEL.] How fares my gracious fir? There are yet miffing of your company

Some few odd lads that you remember not.

Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, in their flolen apparel.

Ste. Every man fhift for all the reft, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune :-Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio!

Trin. If these be true fpies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly fight.

Cal. O Setebos, these be brave fpirits, indeed! How fine my master is! I am afraid

He will chastise me.

What things are thefe, my lord Antonio!

Will money buy them?

Ant.

Very like; one of them
Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.

Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,
Then fay, if they be true :-This mis-shapen knave,-
His mother was a witch; and one so strong
That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,
And deal in her command, without her power:
These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil
(For he's a bastard one,) had plotted with them

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