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As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse
Beats, as of Aesh 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,
Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot
Be measur'd, or confin'd.

Whether this be,
Or be not, I'll not swear.

You do yet taste
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. Seb.

The devil speaks in him. [ Aside. Pro. 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, 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. Pro.

I am woefort, sir. 2 Sorry.


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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, portable
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

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


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

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


If this prove

The entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers FERDI

NAND and MIRANDA playing at chess.
Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.

No, my dearest love,
I would not for the world.
Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you

should wrangle, And I would call it fair play.

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

A most high miracle!
Fer. Tho' 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 ! Arise, and


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 my

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 second life, and second father
This lady makes him to me.


I am her's :
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.

I have inly wept, Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you

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 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.

Give me your hands :

[To Fer. and Mir. 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’st grace o'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 yare3, and bravely rigg'd as when
We first put out to sea.

Sir, all this service
Have I done since I went.

[ Aside. Pro.

My tricksy 4 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 Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, We were awak'd; straitway, at liberty: Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Cap'ring to eye her: On a trice, so please you, Even in a dream, were we divided from them, And were brought moping hither. Ari.

Was't well done? Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou [ Aside.

shalt be free. Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod : And there is in this business more than nature Was ever conduct 5 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 pick'd leisure, Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you (Which to you shall seem probable,) of every These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful, And think of each thing well. — Come hither, spirit ;

[Aside. 3 Ready. + Clever, adroit. 5 Conductor.

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