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Be measur'd, or confin'd.
Whether this be,
You do yet taste Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you Believe things certain :-Welcome, my friends all: But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,
[Aside to SEB. and Ant.
If thou beest Prospero,
I am woe? for’t, sir. Alon. Irreparable is the loss; -and Patience Says, it is past her cure.
I rather think, You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace, For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid, And rest myself content.
You the like loss? Pro. As great to me, as late; and, portables To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you; for I Have lost my daughter. Alon.
A daughter ? O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, The king and queen there! that they were, I wish Myself were mudded in that oozy bed Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?
Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords At this encounter do so much admire, That they devour their reason; and scarce think Their eyes do offices of truth, their words Are natural breath : but, howsoe’er you have Been justled from your senses, know for certain, That I am Prospero, and that very duke Which was thrust forth of Milan ; who most strangely Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, 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, sir ; This cell's my court: here have I few attendants, And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in. . My dukedom since you have 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.
The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers FERDI
NAND and MIRANDA playing at chess.
· No, my dearest love, I would not for the world. Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should
If this prove
A most high miracle! .
[FERD, kneels to ALON. Alon.
Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about! Arise, and say how thou cam’st 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.
Sir, she's mortal ; But, by immortal Providence, she's mine ;
I chose her, when I could not ask my father
I am her's :
There, sir, stop:
I have 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 With gold on lasting pillars : In one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis; And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife, I Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom, In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves, When no man was his own.9 Alun.
Give me your hands:
: [TFER. and Mix. 9 In his senses.
Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart,
Be't so! Amen!
Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain:
. amazedly following. O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us ! I prophesied, if a gallows were on land, This fellow could not drown :-Now, blasphemy, That swear’st grace o’erboard, not an oath on shore? Hast thou no mouth by land ? What is the news?
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.
Sir, all this service) Have I done since I went.
[Aside. Pro. ,
My tricksy2 spirit!) Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen, From strange to stranger :-Say, how came you hi
ther? 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, Where, but even now, with strange and several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, We were awak’d; straitway, at liberty : Where we, in all her trim, freshlý beheld
Ready. '2 Clever, adroit.