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Begins to fwell, and the approaching tide "Will fhortly fill the reasonable shore,

"That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them, That yet looks on me, or would know me.-Ariel Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;

I will dif-cafe me, and myself present,

[Exit Ariel, and returns immediately.

As I was fometime Milan: quickly, Spirit;

Thou shalt e'er long be free.

Ariel fings, and helps to attire him.

Where the bee fucks, there fuck I!
In a cowflip's bell I lie:

There I couch when owls do cry.

On the bat's back I do fly,

After Summer, merrily.

Merrily, merrily, fhall I live now,

Under the bloffom, that hangs on the bough.

Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss thee; But yet thou fhalt have freedom.

So, so, so,

To the King's ship, invisible as thou art;

There fhalt thou find the mariners afleep

Under the hatches; the mafter and the boatswain, Being awake, enforce them to this place;

And presently, I pr'ythee.

Ari. I drink the air before me, and return

Or e'er your pulfe twice beat.

[Exit.

Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement

Inhabits here; fome heav'nly power guide us

Out of this fearful country!

Pro. Behold, Sir King,

The wronged Duke of Milan, Profpero:

For more assurance that a living Prince

Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee and thy company I bid

A hearty welcome.

Alon. Be'ft thou he or no,

Or fome inchanted trifle to abuse me,

As

As late I have been, I not know; thy pulse
Beats, as of flesh and blood; and fince I faw thee,
Th'affliction of my mind amends, with which,
I fear, a madness held me; this must crave
(And if this be at all) a most strange story:
Thy Dukedom I refign, and do intreat,

Thou pardon me my wrongs; but how fhould Profpero Be living, and be here?

Pro. First, noble friend, Let me embrace thine age, Be measur'd or confin'd. Gon. Whether this be, Or be not, I'll not swear. Pro, You do yet tafte

whofe honour cannot

Some fubtilties o'th' ifle, that will not let you
Believe things certain: welcome, my friends all.
But you, my
brace of lords, were I fo minded,
I here could pluck his Highness' frown upon you,
And juftify you traitors; at this time.

I'll tell no tales.

Seb. The devil fpeaks in him.

Pro. No:-

For you, moft wicked Sir, whom to call brother
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Thy rankest faults; all of them; and require
My Dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,
Thou must restore.

Alon, If thou be'ft Profpero,

Give us particulars of thy preservation,

How thou hast met us here, who three hours fince Were wreckt upon this fhore; where I have loft (How fharp the point of this remembrance is!)

My dear fon Ferdinand.

Pro. I'm woe for't, Sir.

Alon. Irreparable is the lofs, and Patience

Says, it is past her cure.

Pro. I rather think,

You have not fought her help; of whose soft grace,

For

For the like lofs, I have her fov'reign aid,

And reft myself content.

Alon: You the like lofs?

Pro. As great to me, as late; and, fupportable To make the dear lofs, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you; for I Have loft my daughter.

Alon. A daughter?

O heav'ns! that they were living both in Naples,
The King and Queen there! that they were, I wish,
Myfelf 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 fo 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 senses, know for certain,
That I am Profpro, and that very Duke

Which was thruft forth of Milan; who moft ftrangely
Upon this fhore, 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 firft meeting. Welcome, Sir;
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..

SCENE

SCENE IV.

Opens to the Entrance of the Cell.

Here Profpero discovers Ferdinand and Miranda playing at Chefs.

Mira.

SWEET, my dear love,

WEET lord, you play me false.

I would not for the world.

Mira. *Yes, for a score 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 moft high miracle!

Fer. Though the feas threaten, they are merciful: I've curs'd them without cause.

Alon. Now all the bleffings

Of a glad Father compass thee about!
Arife, and fay how thou cam'ft here.
Mira. O! wonder!

[Ferd. kneels.

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'ft acquaintance cannot be three hours:

Is fhe the goddefs that hath fever'd us,

And brought us thus together?

Fer. Sir, fhe's mortal;

But, by immortal providence, fhe's mine..

Yes, for a Score of Kingdoms] i. e. If the Subject or Bet were Kingdoms: Score here not fignifying the Number Twenty, but Ac

count.

I chose her, when I could not ask my father
For his advice: nor thought, I had one: fhe
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.

Alon. I am her's;

But, oh, how oddly will it found, that I
Muft afk my child forgiveness!

Pro. There, Sir, stop;

Let us not burthen our remembrance with

An heavinefs that's gone.

Gon. I've 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 thruft from Milan, that his iffue Should become Kings of Naples! O rejoice Beyond a common joy, and set it down In gold on lafting 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:

Let grief and forrow ftill embrace his heart.
That doth not wish you joy!