How sharp the point of this remembrance is! Pro. I am woe for't, sir. Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and patience Says, it is past her cure. Pro. I rather think, You have not sought her help'; of whose soft grace, For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid, And rest myself content. Alon. You the like loss? 160 Pro. As great to me, "as late; and, supportable "To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker "Than you may call to comfort you;" for I Have lost my daughter. Alon. A daughter? 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 son lies. When did you lose your daughter? 171 Pro. In this last tempest. 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, howsoe'er you have Been justled from your senses, know for certain, That I am Prospero, and that very duke Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; For For 'tis a chronicle of day by day, Not a relation for a breakfast, nor Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir; At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye, 180 The Entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at Chess. Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false. Fer. No, my dearest love, I would not for the world. 190 Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms, you should wrangle, And I would call it fair play. Alon. If this prove A vision of the island, one dear son Shall I twice lose. Seb. A most high miracle! Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful: I have curs'd them without cause. Alon. Now all the blessings 200 [FERDINAND kneels. Of a glad father compass thee about! Mira. O! wonder! How many goodly 'creatures are there here! H How How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, Pro. 'Tis new to thee. Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at play? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: Fer. Sir, she's mortal; But, by immortal Providence, she's mine: Alon. I am hers: But, oh, how oddly will it sound, that I Pro. There, sir, stop; Let us not burden our remembrance with An heaviness that's gone. Gon. I have inly wept, 210 220 Or should 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 say, Amen, Gonzalo ! 230 "Gon. "Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue "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 lost; Prospero his dukedom, "In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves, "When no man was his own.” Alon. Give me your hands: Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, That doth not wish you joy! Gon. Belt so, Amen! 240 Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following. O look, sir, look, sir, here are more of us! This fellow could not drown:-Now, blasphemy, 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. Hij 251 Ari. [Aside. Ari. Sir, all this service Have I done since I went. Pro. My tricksy spirit! Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen, From strange to stranger :-Say, how came you hither? 260 Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead asleep, And (how, we know not) all clapp'd under hatches,` Where, but even now, with strange and several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, Ari. Was't well done? 270 Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt > [Aside. be free. Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod ; And there is in this business more than naturę Was ever conduct of: some oracle Must rectify our knowledge.. Pro. Sir, my liege, Do not infest your mind with beating on 280 The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure, Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you, |