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Antonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and Francisco: They all enter the circle which Prospero had made, and there stand charmed; which Prospero observing, speaks.

A solemn air, and the best comforter

To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,

Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, For you are spell-stopp'd.

Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,

Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,
Fall fellowly drops.-The charm dissolves àpace;
And as the moruing steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason.-O my good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal sir

To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
Home, both in word and deed-Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act ;-

Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and blood,

You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,

Expell'd remorse* and nature; who, with Sebastian
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong),
Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,
Unnatural though thou art!-Their understanding
Begins to swell: and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores,

That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them,
That yet looks on me, or would know me :-Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;

[Exit Ariel.

I will dis-case me, and myself present,
As I was sometime Milan :-quickly, spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free,

Pity, or tenderness of heart.

Ariel re-enters, singing, and helps to attire


Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie:

There I couch when owls do cry.

On the bat's back I do fly,

After summer, merrily:

Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,

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 me, and return

Or e'er your pulse twice beat.

[Exit Ariel,

Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us

Out of this fearful country!


Behold, sir king,

The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero;

For more assurance that a living prince

Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee, and thy company, I bid

A hearty welcome.


Whe'r 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

• Whether.

Thou pardon me my wrongs:-But how should Pros

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Pro. 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. I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, And justify you traitors; at this time

I'll tell no tales.



The devil speaks in him. [Aside.

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.


If thou beest Prospero,

Give us particulars of thy preservation;

How thou hast met us here, who three hours since Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost, How sharp the point of this remembrance is!

My dear son Ferdinand.


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, portablet

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To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you; for I

Have lost my daughter.


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.

Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.


I would not for the world.

No, my dearest love,

Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should


And I would call it fair play.


If this prove

A vision of the island, one dear son
Shall I twice lose.


A most high miracle!

Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful;

I have curs'd them without cause.


[Ferd. kneels to Alon. Now all the blessings

Of a glad father compass thee about!
Arise, and say how thou cam'st here.


O! wonder!

How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That bas such people in't!


'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 my father For his advice; nor thought I had one: she Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan," Of whom so often I have heard renown, But never saw before; of whom I have Received a second life, and second father This lady makes him to me.


I am hers: But O, how oddly will it sound, that I

Must ask my child forgiveness!


There, sir, stop:

Let us not burden our remembrances
With a heaviness that's gone.


Or should have spoke ere this.

I have inly wept,

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!


I say, Amen, Gonzalo!

Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become king of Naples? O, rejoice

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