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Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime
Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice
To hear the folemn curfew; by whose aid
(Weak minifters tho' ye be) I have be-dimm'd
The moon-tide fun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green fea and the azur'd vault
Set roaring war; to the dread ratling thunder
Have I giv'n fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt: the ftrong-bas'd promontory
Have I made fhake, and by the fpurs pluckt up
The pine and cedar: graves at my command
Have wak'd their fleepers; op'd, and let 'em forth
By my fo potent art. But this rough magick
I here abjure; and when I have requir'd
Some heav'nly mufick, which ev'n now I do,
(To work mine end upon their fenfes that
This airy charm is for) I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fadoms in the earth,

And deeper than did ever plummet found
I'll drown my book.


[Solemn mufick

Here enter Ariel before; then Alonso with a frantick gefture, attended by Gonzalo. Sebaftian and Anthonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and Francifco. They all enter the circle which Profpero bad made, and there ftand charm'd; which Profpero obferving, Speaks:

A folemn air, and the best comforter

To an unfettled fancy, cure thy brains

Now ufelefs, boil'd within thy fkull! There stand
For you are fpell-ftopt.-

Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,

Mine eyes, ev'n fociable to th' fhew of thine,
Fall fellow-drops--the charm diffolves apace,
And as the morning fteals upon the night,
Melting the darknefs, fo their rifing fenfes
Begin to chafe the ign'rant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reafon. O my good Gonzalı,
My true preferver, and a loyal Sir

To him thou follow'ft; I will pay thy graces
Home both in word and deed. Moft cruelly


Didst thou, Alonso, ufe me and my daughter :
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;

Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebaftian.Flesh and blood,
You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd remorfe and nature; who with Sebaftian
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong)
Would here have kill'd your King; I do forgive thee,
Unnat❜ral though thou art. Their understanding
Begins to fwell, and the approaching tide
Will fhortly fill the reasonable shore,

That now lies 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;

I will dif-cafe me, and myself present,

As I was sometime Milan : quickly, Spirit;
Thou fhalt ere long be free.

Ariel fings, and helps to attire him,
Where the bee fucks, there lurk Iż
In a cowflip's hell I lye:

There I couch when owls do cry,
On the bat's back I do fly

After fun-fet merrily.

Merrily, merrily, pall I live now,

Under the bloffom that hangs on the bough.

Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel, I shall miss thee

But yet thou shalt have freedom. So, fo, fo.

To the King's fhip, invifible as thou art;

There fhalt thou find the mariners afleep

Under the hatches; the mafter and the boatfwain,
Being awake, enforce them to this place,

And prefently, I pr'ythee.

Ari. I drink the air before me, and return

Or e'er your pulfe twice beat.


Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder and amazement

Inhabits here; fome heav'nly power guide us

Out of this fearful country!

Pro. Lo, Sir King,

The wronged Duke of Milan, Profpero:
For more affurance that a living Prince
Does now fpeak to thee, I embrace thy body,


And to thee and thy company I bid

A hearty welcome.

Alon. Be'ft thou he or no,

Or fome inchanted trifle, to abuse me

As late I have been, I not know; thy pulle
Beats as of flesh and blood, and fince I faw thee
Th' 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 refign, and do intreat

Thou pardon me my wrongs; but how should Profpers
Be living, and be here?

Pro. First, noble friend,

Let me embrace thine age, whofe honour cannot
Be meafur'd or confin'd.

Gon. Whether this be,

Or be not, I'll not swear.
Pro. You do yet tafte

Some fubtilties o'th' Ifle, that will not let you
Believe things certain: welcome, my friends all.
But you, my brace of lords, were I fo minded,
I here could pluck his Highness' frown upon you,
And juftifie you traitors; at this time

I'll tell no tales.

Seb. The devil fpeaks in him.

Pro. For you, most wicked Sir, whom to call brother

Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive

[To Anthonie.

Thy rankeft faults; all of them; and require
My Dukedom of thee, which perforce I know
Thou must restore.

Alon. If thou beeft Profpero,

Give us particulars of thy prefervation,

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

Pro. I'm wo for't, Sir.

Alon. Irreparable is the lofs, and patience Says, it is paft 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 my self content.

Alon. You the like lofs?

Pro. As great to me, as late; and, infupportable To make the dear lofs, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you; for I

Have loft my only daughter.

Alon. Only 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

Where my fon lyes. When did you lofe your daughter?
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 howfoe'er you have
Been juftled from your fenfes, know for certain
That I am Profpro, and that very Duke

Which was thruft forth of Milan, who moft ftrangely
Upon this fhore, 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 fubjects none abroad; pray you, look in;
My Dukedom fince you've given me again,
I will requite you with as good a thing,
At leaft bring forth a wonder to content ye,
As much as me my Dukedom.


Here Profpero difcovers Ferdinand and Miranda playing at chefs.

Mir. Sweet lord, you play me falle.

Fer. No, my dear love,

I would not for the world.

Mir. Yes, for a fcore of kingdoms you should wrangle,

And I would call it fair play.


Alon. If this prove

A vifion of the Island, one dear fon
Shall I twice lofe.

Seb. A moft high miracle!

Fer. Though the feas threaten, they are merciful; I've curs'd them without caufe.

Alon. Now all the bleffings

Of a glad father compass thee about!

Arife, and fay how cam'ft thou here.

Mir. O! wonder!

How many goodly creatures are there here?
How beauteous mankind is! 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'st 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 fhe's mine;
I chofe 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 fecond life, and fecond father
This lady makes him to me.

Alon. I am hers;

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

Pro. There, Sir, ftop;

Let us not burthen our remembrance with

An heaviness that's gone.

Gon. I've inly wept,

Or fhould have fpoke 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. I fay Amen, Gonzalo.

Gon. Was Milan thruft from Milan, that his iffue


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