Believe things certain: Welcome, my friends all: [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. Pro. The devil speaks in him. [Aside. No: For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Alon. If thou beest Prospero, How thou hast met us here, who three hours since ProAlon. I am wo for't, sir. Says, it is past her cure. Pro. I rather think, You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace, And rest myself content. Alon. Pro. You the like loss? Have lost my daughter. Alon. A daughter? Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords encounter do so much admire, Pro. At this Their That they devour their reason; and scarce think To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; For 'tis a chronicle of day by day, Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir; The entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess. Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false. Fer. I would not for the world. No, my dearest love, Mira. 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 have cursed them without cause. Alon. [Kneels to ALON. Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about! Mira. O! wonder 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 severed us, And brought us thus together? Fer. Alon. But O, how oddly will it sound, that I Pro. Let us There, sir, stop: not burden our remembrances With heaviness that's gone. Gon. I have inly wept, Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, For it is you, that have chalked forth the way 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, In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves, When no man was his own. Alon. Give me your hands: [To FER. and MIRA. Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, 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! Which, Is tight But three glasses since, we gave out split,- We first put out to sea. Ari. Sir, all this service Have I done since I went. [Aside. My tricksy spirit! Pro. Alon From These are not natural events; they strengthen, strange to stranger:- 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 clapped under hatches, Where, but even now, with strange and several noises Ari. Was't well done? Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free. [Aside. 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. Pro. Sir, my liege, Do not infest your mind with beating on The strangeness of this business: at picked leisure, Set Caliban and his companions free: [Aside. 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. Ŏ Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! How fine my master is! I am afraid He will chastise me. Seb. Ha, ha! What things are these, my lord Antonio? Will money buy them? 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 say, if they be true:-This misshapen knave, His mother was a witch; and one so strong That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs, Cal. Alon. I shall be pinched to death. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where should they 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. Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Alon. Pro. This is as strange a thing as e'er I looked on. [Pointing to CALIBAN. He is as disproportioned in his manners, As in his shape:-Ĝo, sirrah, to my cell; Take with you your companions; as you look To have my pardon, trim it handsomely. Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, And seek for grace: What a thrice double ass Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, And worship this dull fool! ProAlon. Seb. Pro To my Go to; away ! Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it. Or stole it, rather. For this [Exeunt CAL. STE. and TRIN. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, Poor cell; where you shall take your rest With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it one night; which (part of it) I'll waste Go quick away: the story of my life, And the particular accidents, gone by, Since I came to this isle: And in the morn, I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, Where Of these our dear-beloved solémnized; |