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The king and queen there! that they were, I with,
Myself were mudded in that oozy bed,
Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?
Pro. In this last tempeft. I perceive, these lords
At this encounter do so much admire,
That they devour their reason; and scarce think,
Their eyes de offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath : but howsoe'er you have
Been juttled from your senses, know for certain,
That I am Prosp'ro, and that very duke
Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely
Upon this shore, where you were wreckt, 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 breakfast, nor
Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, Siry
This cell's my court, here have I few attendants,
And subjects none abroad. Pray you, look in ;
My dukedom fince you've 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.
Opens to the entrance of the cell.
Here Prospero discovers Ferdinand and Mirands playing
Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.
Fer. No, my dear love, I would got for the world.
Mirai 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've curs'd them without cause.
ALON. Now all the bleflings
[Ferd. kneels. Of a glad father compass thee about ! Arise, and say how thou cam'ft here.
MIRA. O wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here ?
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in't !
Pro. 'Tis new to thee.
Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at play? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours : Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us, And brought us thus together?
fer. Sir, she's mortal; But, by immortal providence, she's mine. I chose her, when I could not alk
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 saw before; of whom I have
Receiv'd a second life, and second father
This lady makes him to me.
ALON. I am hers;
But, oh, how oddly will it found, that I
Must ask my child forgiveness !
Pro. There, Sir, stop;
Let us not burden our remembrance with
An heaviness that's gone.
Gon. I've inly wept,
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 !
Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue
Should become kings of Naples ! O rejoice,
Beyond a common joy, and set it down
In gold on lasting pillars ; in one voyage
Did Claribel her husband fi ad 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 ftill embrace his heart,
That doth not wish you joy!
Gon. Be't so, Amen!.
Enter Ariel, with the master and boatswain amazedly
following. O look, Sir, look, Sir, here are more of us! I prophesy'd, if a gallows were on land, This fellow could not drown.' Now, blasphemy, That swear'lt grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore? Hast thou no mouth by land? what is the news ?-? icone.)
Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found Our king and company; the next, our ship, Which but three glasses fince we gave out (plit, Is tight and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when We first put out to fea.
Ari. Sir, all this fervice Have I done since I went.
PRO. My tricksy spirit !
Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen, From strange to franger. Say, how came
you kither? Boats. If I did think, Sir, I were well awake, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead a-fleep, And, how we know not, all clapt under hatches, Where but ev'n now with strange and sev'rat noifes Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, We were awak'd; straightway at liberty : Where
in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good and gallant thip; our master
Cap’ring to eye ber; on a trice, so please you
Ev’n 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 strange a maze as e'er men trod,
And there is in this business more than nature
Was ever conduct of; forne oracle
Must rectify our knowlege.
Pro. Sir, my Liege,!.
Do not infert your mind with beating on
The strangeness of suis bulness; at pickt leilure
(Which Thaill be abariclyd lansigte I'd gefalye yon,. .
Which to you shall keem probable, of every
These happen'd accideats; till when be chearful,
And think of each thing well. Come hither, fpirit;
Set Caliban and his companions free:
Untie the spell. How fare's my gracious fit
There are yet milling of your company
Some few odd tads, that you remember not.
Later Arie, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Trioculo,
in their stolen apparel. STE. Every man shift for all the reft, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortone; Coragio, bullg-monster, Coragio!
Trin. If these be true fpies, which I wear in my head, here's a goodiy sight.
Cad L. O Setebos, thefe de brave fpirits, indeed I
How fine my master is! I am afraid,
He will chastife me.
SEB. Ha, ha!
What things are these, my ford Anthonio!
Will money buy em?
Ant. Very like'; one of them
Is a plain fith, and no doubt marketable...!
Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,
Then fay,' if they te trae; this mil-fhap'd knave,
His mother was a witch, and one so strong
That could controul the moon, mäke folls and ebbs,
And deal in her command without her power.
These three bave rabby me; and this derny devil
(For he's a battard one) bad plated with their