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Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie :
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel ; I shall miss
thee; But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.To the king's ship, invisible as thou art : There shalt thou find the mariners asleep Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain, Being awake, enforce them to this place; And presently, I pr’ythee. Ari. I drink the air before
and return Or e'er your pulse twice beat.
[Exit Ariel. Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amaze
Behold, sir king,
Whe'rl thou beest he, or no, Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, As late I have been, I not know : thy pulse Beats, as of flesh and blood ; and, since I saw thee, The affliction of my mind amends, with which, I fear, a madness held me: this must crave (An if this be at all) a most strange story. Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs :—But how should
Be living, and be here?
First, noble friend,
Whether this be,
You do yet taste
[Aside to Seb. and Ant. I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, And justify you traitors; at this time I'll tell no tales. Seb.
The devil speaks in him. (Aside. Pro.
No;For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive Thy rankest fault ; all of them; and require My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know, Thou must restore. Alon.
If thou beest Prospero,
I am wol for't, sir.
I rather think
You the like loss ? Pro. As great to me, as late; and, portable? To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker
(1) Sorry. (2) Bearable.
Than you may call to comfort you; for I
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 Fer
dinand and Miranda playing at chess. Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false. Fer.
No, my dearest love, I would not for the world. Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should
If this prove
Shall I twice lose.
Seb. A most high miracle !
Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful; I have curs'd them without cause.
[Ferd. kneels to Alon. Alon.
Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about!
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. 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, And brought us thus together? Fer.
Sir, she's mortal ; But, by immortal Providence, she's mine ; I chose her, when I could not ask
I am hers :
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 king of Naples ? O, rejoice
Give me your hands :
[To Fer. and Mira. 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 are more of us ! I prophesied, if a gallows were on land, This fellow could not drown :--Now, blasphemy, That swear'stgraceo'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,2 and bravely rigg'd, as when We first put out to sea. Ari.
Sir, all this service Have I done since I went.
My tricksy3 spirit! Alon. These are not natural events ; they
strengthen, From strange to stranger.-Say, how came you
hither? 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 (1) In his senses. (2) Ready. (3) Clever, adroit,