For the like loss I have her sovereign aid, Alon. You the like loss! Pros. As great to me as late; and, súpportable To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you; for I Have lost my daughter. O heavens, that they were living both in Naples, Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? That they devour their reason, and scarce think Their eyes do offices of truth, their words That I am Prospero, and that very duke Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely Not a relation for a breakfast, nor Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir; The cell opens, and discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess. Mir. Sweet lord, you play me false. Fer. I would not for the world. No, my dear'st love, Mir. 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. [Kneels to Alon. Now all the blessings Alon. Arise, and say how thou cam'st here. Mir. O, wonder! Pros. "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, Fer. Alon. I am hers: But, O, how oddly will it sound that I Must ask my child forgiveness! Pros. There, sir, stop: Let us not burden our remembrance with A 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! 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 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 When no man was his own. Alon. [to Fer. and Mir.] Give me your hands: Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart That doth not wish you joy! Gon. Be't so! Amen! Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following. O, look, sir, look, sir! here is more of us: Now, blasphemy, That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore? Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found 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. Ari. [aside to Pros.] Sir, all this service Have I done since I went. Pros. [aside to Ari.] My tricksy spirit! Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen From strange to stranger. Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, And how we know not all clapp'd under hatches; Ari. [aside to Pros.] Was't well done? Pros. [aside to Ari.] 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: some oracle Must rectify our knowledge. Pros. Sir, my liege, Do not infest your mind with beating on The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure, of every These happen'd accidents: till when, be cheerful, And think of each thing well. [Aside to Ari.] Come hither, spirit: Set Caliban and his companions free; Untie the spell. [Exit Ariel.] — How fares my gracious sir? There are yet missing of your company Some few odd lads that you remember not. Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel. Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune. Coragio, bully monster, coragio! Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight. Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed! How fine my master is! I am afraid What things are these, my lord Antonio? Ant. Very like; one of them Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. Pros. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs, Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death. Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em? — How cam'st thou in this pickle? Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing. Seb. Why, how now, Stephano! Ste. O, touch me not; - I am not Stephano, but a cramp. Pros. You'd be king o' the isle, sirrah? Ste. I should have been a sore one, then. Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd on. Go, sirrah, to my cell; Take with you your companions; as you look |