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Is the the goddess that hath fever'd us,
And brought us thus together?
Fer. Sir, fhe's mortal;

But, by immortal Providence, she's mine.
I chofe 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 fo 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 hers;

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

Pro. There, Sir, ftop;

Let us not burden our remembrance with

An heaviness that's gone.

Gon. I've inly wept,

Or fhould have spoke ere this.

Look down, you Gods,

And on this couple drop a bleffed 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 fet it down
In gold on lafting pillars! in one voyage
Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis;
And Ferdinad, 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 still embrace his heart,

That doth not wish you joy!

Gon. Be't fo, Amen!

Enter Ariel, with the Mafter and Boatswain amazedly

following.

O look, Sir, look, Sir, here are more of us!

I prophefy'd, if a gallows were on land,

This

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 split,
Is tight and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when
We first put out to sea.

Ari. Sir, all this fervice

Have I done fince I went.

Pro. My tricksey spirit!

Alon. Thefe are not natural events; they ftrengthen, From ftrange to ftranger. Say, how came you hither? Boats. If I did think, Sir, I were well awake, I'd ftrive to tell you. We were dead a-fleep, And, how we know not, all clapt under hatches, Where but ev'n now with ftrange and fev'ral noifes Of roaring, fhrieking, howling, jingling chains, And more diverfity of founds, all horrible, We were awak'd; ftraightway at liberty: Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld (33) Our royal, good and gallant fhip; our mafter Cap'ring to eye her; 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 shall be free.
Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod,

(33) Where we, in all our trim, freshly beheld

Our royal, good, and gallant fhip ;- -] What was their trim, would the Editors have us conceive? The fright that they had been put into, by the diverfity of noises? But, as Dr. Thirlby rightly obferv'd to me, the trim is to be understood of the ship, and not of the crew. And this very expreffion occurs again in the Comedy of

Errors;

The fhip is in her trim; the merry wind

Blows fair from land, &c.

And MILTON has likewife copied the expreffion;

-Behold a ftately ship,

Proud of her gawdy trim, comes this way failing,

With all her bravery on.

And

And there is in this bufinefs more than nature
Was ever conduct of; fome oracle
Muft rectify our knowledge.

Pro. Sir, my Liege,

Do not infeft your mind with beating on
The strangeness of this bufinefs: at pickt leifure
(Which shall be shortly) fingle I'll refolve you,
Which to you shall feem probable, of every
Thefe happen'd accidents: till when be chearful,
And think of each thing well. Come hither, fpirit;
Set Caliban and his companions free :

Untie the fpell. How fares my gracious Sir?
There are yet miffing of your company

Some few odd lads, that you remember not.

Enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, in their ftolen apparel.

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

Seb. Ha, ha:

What things are thefe, my Lord Anthonio !

Will money buy'em?

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-shap'd knave,
His mother was a witch, and one so strong

That could controul the moon, make flows and ebbs,
And deal in her command without her

power:
'Thefe three have robb'd me; and this demy-devil
(For he's a baftard one) had plotted with them
To take my life; two of thefe fellows you
Muft know and own; this thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.

Cal.

Cal. Ihall be pincht to death.

Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
Seb. He's drunk now: where had he wine?

Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe; where fhould they Find this grand 'lixir, that hath gilded them? (34) How cam'it thou in this pickle?

Trin. I have been in fuch a pickle, fince I faw you laft, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I fhall not fear fly-blowing.

Seb. Why, how now, Stephano?

Ste. O, touch me not: I am not Stephano, but a cramp. Pro. You'd be King o' th' ifle, Sirrah?

Ste. I fhould have been a fore one then.

Alon. 'Tis a ftrange thing, as e'er I look'd on.
Pro. He is as difproportion'd in his manners,
As in his shape: go, Sirrah, to my cell,
Take with you your companions; as you look
To have my pardon, trim it handfomely.

Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wife hereafter,
And feek for grace.
What a thrice double afs

Was I, to take this drunkard for a god?

And worship this dull fool?

Pro. Go to, away!

Alon. Hence, and beftow your luggage where you found it.

Seb. Or ftole it rather.

Pro. Sir, I invite your Highness, and your train,

(34) Find this grand liquor.] I certainly think, Shakespeare wrote lixir here; alluding to the grand clixir of which the Chemists of that age told fuch wonders, that it would renew youth, purchase immortality, &c. and it being, as they pretended, a preparation of gold, they call'd it also, aurum potabile: hence, 'tis probable, ShakeSpeare fays, gilded; and to this, without doubt, he again alludes in his Anthony and Cleopatra ;

How much art thou unlike Mark Anthony?

Yet coming from him, that great med'cine hath
With his tinct gilded thee.

But, in the paffage before us, it feems his defign to joke upon the Rodomontado boasts of their elixir, and to infinuate, that fack was the only restorer of youth, and bestower of immortality.

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Mr. Warburton.

T.

To my poor cell; where you fhall take your reft
For this one night, which (part of it) I'll wafte
With fuch difcourfe, as, I not doubt, fhall make it
Go quick away; the ftory of my life,

And the particular accidents gone by,
Since I came to this ifle: and in the morn
I'll bring you to your fhip; and fo to Naples;
Where I have hope to fee the nuptials
Of these our dear-beloved folemniz'd;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
Alon. I long

To hear the ftory of your life, which must
Take the ear ftrangely.

Pro. I'll deliver all;

And promise you calm feas, aufpicious gales,
And fail fo expeditious, that fhall catch
Your royal fleet far off: My Ariel, chick,
That is thy charge: Then to the elements

Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near.

[Exeunt omnes.

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