But you, my brace of lords, were I fo minded, [Afide to Seb. and Ant. I here could pluck his Highness' frown upon you, And juftify you traitors; at this time I'll tell no tales. Seb. The devil fpeaks in him. Pro. No: For you, most wicked Sir, whom to call brother Alon. If thou be'ft Profpero, Give us particulars of thy prefervation, [afide. How thou haft met us here, who three hours fince. Pro. I'm woe for't, Sir. Alon. Irreparable is the lofs, and Patience Says, it is past her cure. Pro. I rather think, You have not fought her help; of whofe foft grace, For the like lofs, I have her fov'reign aid, And reft myfelf content. Alon. You like the lofs? Pro. As great to me, as late; and, fupportable To make the dear lofs, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you; for I Have loft my daughter. Alon. A daughter? O heav'ns! that they were living both in Naples, When did you lofe your 9 As great to me, as late;] My lofs is as great as yours, and has as lately happened to me. Pre. Pro. In this laft tempeft. I perceive, these lords That they devour their reafon; and scarce think, Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely Upon this fhore, where you were wreckt, 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 firft meeting. Welcome, Sir; SCENE IV. Opens to the Entrance of the Cell. Here Profpero difcovers Ferdinand and Miranda playing Mira. S at Chefs. WEET lord, you play me falfe, I would not for the world. [wrangle, Mira. Yes, for a fcore of kingdoms '. You should And I would call it fair play. Alon. If this prove * Yes for a score of kingdoms.] I take the fenfe to be only this: Ferdinand would not, he fays, play her falfe for the world; yes, anfwers fhe, I would allow you to do it for fomething less than the world, for twenty kingdoms, and I with you well enough to allow you, after a little wrangle, that your play was fair. So likewife Dr. Gray. A vifion A vifion of the island, one dear fon Shall I twice lofe. Sab. A moft high miracle! Fer. Though the feas threaten they are merciful: I've curs'd them without cause. Alon. Now all the bleffings Of a glad Father compafs thee about! Arife, and fay how thou cam'ft here. Mira. O! wonder! [Ferd. kneels. How many goodly creatures are there here? That has fuch people in't! Pro. 'Tis new to thee. Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou waft Your eld❜ft acquaintance cannot be three hours: Fer. Sir, fhe's mortal; But, by immortal Providence, she's mine. Alon. I am hers; But, oh, how oddly will it found, that I Pro. There, Sir, stop; 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, Alon. Alon. I fay, Amen, Gonzalo! Gon. Was Milan thruft 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 Ferdinand, 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 ftill embrace his heart, Gon. Be't fo, Amen! SCENE V. Enter Ariel, with the Mafter and Boatswain amazedly following. O look, Sir, look Sir, here are more of us! This fellow could not drown. Now, blafphemy, 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 fea. Ari. Sir, all this fervice Have I done fince I went. Pro. My trickfy spirit! Alon. These 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, *For when should perhaps be read where. V 1. J. G I'd I'd ftrive to tell you. We were dead a-fleep, And, how we know not, all clapt under hatches, Ari. Was't well done? Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free. Alon. This is as ftrange a maze as e'er men trod, And there is in this bufinefs more than nature Was ever conduct of; fome oracle Pro. Sir, my Liege, 2 Do not infest your mind with beating on Some few odd lads, that you remember not. 2 Which to you fhall feem probable.] Thefe words feem, at the first view, to have no ufe; fome lines are perhaps loft with which they were connected. Or we may explain them thus: I will refolve you by yourself, which method, when you hear the ftory, [of Antonio's and Sebaftian's plot] shall seem probable, that is, ball deferve your approbation. SCENE |