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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
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Thy rankelt faults; all of them; and require
My Dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,
Thou must restore.

Alon. If thou be'ft Profpero,

Give us particulars of thy prefervation,

[afide.

How thou haft met us here, who three hours fince.
Were wreckt upon this fhore; where I have loft,
How fharp the point of this remembrance is!
My dear fon Ferdinand.

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,
The King and Queen there! that they were, I wish,
Myfelf were mudded in that oozy bed,

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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
At this encounter do fo much admire,

That they devour their reafon; and scarce think,
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath: but how foe'er you have
Been juftled from your fenfes, know for certain,
That I am Profp'ro, and that very Duke

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;
This cell's my court; here have I few attendants,
And subjects none abroad. Pray you, look in;
My Dukedom fince you've 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.

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,
Fer. No, my dear love,

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?
How beauteous mankind! O brave new world,

That has fuch people in't!

Pro. 'Tis new to thee.

Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou waft
at play?

Your eld❜ft acquaintance cannot be three hours:
Is the the goddess that hath fever'd us,
And brought us thus together;

Fer. Sir, fhe's mortal;

But, by immortal Providence, she's mine.
I chose her, when I could not afk my father
For his advice; nor thought I had one: the
Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan,
Of whom so often I have heard renown,
But never faw before; of whom I have
Receiv'd a second life, and fecond father
This lady makes him to me.

Alon. I am hers;

But, oh, how oddly will it found, that I
Muft afk my child forgiveness!

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,
Which brought us hither!

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,
That doth not wish you joy!

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!
I prophefy'd, if a gallows were on land,

This fellow could not drown. Now, blafphemy,
That fwear'ft grace o'erboard, not an oath on fhore?
Haft thou no mouth by land? what is the news?

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,
Where but ev'n now with ftrange and fev'ral noifes
Of roaring, fhrieking, howling, gingling chains,
And more diverfity of founds, all horrible,
We were awak'd; ftraightway at liberty:
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good and gallant fhip; our mafter
Cap'ring to eye her; on a trice, fo please you,
Ev'n in a dream were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.

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
Muft rectify our knowledge.

Pro. Sir, my Liege,

2

Do not infest your mind with beating on
The strangeness of this bufinefs; at pickt leifure
(Which shall be shortly) fingle I'll refolve you,
Which to you shall feem probable, of every
Thefe happen'd accidents; till when be chearful,
And think of each thing well. Come hither, fpirit;
Set Caliban and his companions free:
[To Ariel.
Untie the spell. How fares my gracious Sir?
There are yet miffing of your company

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

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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.

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