And justify you traitors: at this time Seb. Pros. [Aside] The devil speaks in him. For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Alon. If thou be'st Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation; No. 130 How thou hast met us here, who three hours since Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost- Pros. I am woe for 't, sir. Alon. Irreparable is the loss, and patience Says it is past her cure. Pros. I rather think You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace And rest myself content. Alon. You the like loss! Pros. 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? 140 O heavens, that they were living both in Naples, Myself were mudded in that oozy bed Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? Pros. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords At this encounter do so much admire That they devour their reason and scarce think 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; Not a relation for a breakfast nor Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir; Here PROSPERO discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA Mir. Sweet lord, you play me false. Fer. I would not for the world. No, my dear'st love, Mir. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle, And I would call it fair play. 160 170 Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merci ful; I have cursed them without cause. Alon. [Kneels. Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about! O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! Pros. Alon. "T is new to thee. 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 is mortal; She But by immortal Providence she's mine: Alon. 18 190 Pros. There, sir, stop: Let us not burthen our remembrance with A heaviness that 's gone. Gon. I have inly wept, Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, And on this couple drop a blessed crown For it is you that have chalk'd forth the way Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo! Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom When no man was his own. Alon. [To Fer. and Mir.] Give me your hands: Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart That doth not wish you joy! Gon. Be it so! Amen! Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following O, look, sir, look, sir! here is more of us: I prophesied, if a gallows were on land, 200 210 This fellow could not drown. Now, blasphemy, Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found Our king and company; the next, our ship- Ari. [Aside to Pros.] Sir, all this service Pros. [Aside to Ari.] 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. [Aside to Pros.] Was 't well done? Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod; Must rectify our knowledge. 230 240 |