66 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! 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; 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 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 I'll tell no tales. Seb. The devil fpeaks in him. Pro. No:- For you, moft wicked Sir, whom to call brother 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, Where my fon lies. When did you lofe your daughter? That they devour their reason; and scarce think, Which was thruft forth of Milan; who moft ftrangely Not a relation for a breakfast, nor Befitting this firft meeting. Welcome, Sir; 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! [Ferd. kneels. How many goodly creatures are there here? 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 Alon. I am her's; But, oh, how oddly will it found, that I 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, For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way, 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. |