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I fear, a madness held me : this must crave (An if this be not all) a most strange story. 8 Thy dukedom I resign, and do intreat, Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should Pro
Pro. First, noble friend,
Gon. Whether this be,
Pro. You do yet taste Some fubtilties o'the ise, that will not let you Believe things certain :-welcome, my friends all :But you, my brace of lords, were I lo 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.
[Afide. Pro. No: 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 beft Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation : How thou haft 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. 9 I am woe for’t, Sir.
Alon. : Thy dukedom I refign, The dutchy of Milan being through the treachery of Anthonio made fendatory to the crown of Naples, Alonzo promises to resign his claim of fovereignty for the future. STEEVENS. ? I am woe for's, Sir.] i. e. I am sorry for it. To woe, is
Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience Says, it is past her cure.
Pro. I rather think, You have not fought her help; of whose soft grace, For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid, And rest myself content.
Alon. You the like lofs ?
Pro. ' As great to me, as late ; and, supportable To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you; for I Have lost my daughter.
Alon. 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.
son lies. When did you lose your
daughter? Pro. In this last tempeft. 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 joftled from your senses, know for certain, That I am Prospero, and that very duke Which was thruft forth of Milan; who most strangely Upon this shore, where you were wreck’d, was landed To be the lord on't. No more yer 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;
often used by old writers to fignify to be forry. So Chauer. See The Court of Love, p: 36.
-I wolde be “ That I presume to her to writin fo.” STEEVENS. ! As great to me, as late ;-) My loss is as great as yours, and has as lately happened to me, JOHNSON,
My dukedom since you have given me again,
The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers Ferdinand
and Miranda playing at chess. Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.
Fer. No, my dearest love, I would not for the world. Mira. ? Yes, for a score of kingdoms. You should
Alon. If this prove
Seb. A most high miracle !
[Ferd. kneels. Of a glad father compass thee about ! Arise, and say how thou cam'st here,
Mira. O! wonder !
Pro. 'Tis new to thee.
? Yes, for a score of kingdoms. -- I take the sense to be only this : Ferdinand would not, he says, play her false for the world ; yes, answers she, I would allow you to do it for something less than the world, for twenty kingdoms, and I wish you well enough to allow you, after a little wrangle, that your play was fair. So likewise Dr. Gray. JOHNSON.
I would recommend another punctuation, and then the sense would be as follows :
Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,
Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours :
Fer. Sir, she's mortal;
Alon. I am hers :
Pro. There, Sir, stop;
Gon. I have inly wept,
Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo !
Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue
Alon. Give me your hands :
3 When no man was his own.] For when perhaps should be read where. JOHNSON.
Re-enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly
following O look, Sir, look, Sir, here are more of us ! I prophesy'd, if a gallows were on land, This fellow could not drown. Now, blasphemy, That swear'st grace o’erboard, not an oath on shore? Haft 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 yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when We first put out to sea.
Ari. Sir, all this service Have I done since I went.
[Afide. Pro. My tricksy 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,
Ari. Was't well done?