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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.

Pro. 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.
C Alon. You the like loss?

Pro. As great to me, “as late ; and, supportable
“ To make the dear loss, have I means inuch weaker
“ Than you may call to comfort yön;" for I
Have lost my daughter.

Alon. A daughter ?
O Heaven's ! that they were living both in Naples,
Tlve 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 témpest. 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

Which was thrust forth of Milan ; who inost 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,

180 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 lave given me again, I will requite you with as good a tlung; At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye, As much as me my dukedom,


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. Yesy for a score of kingdoms, you sliotrld

And I would call it fair play.

Alon. If this prove
A vision of the island, one dear son
Shall I twice lose.

Seb. A most high miracle !

Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful: I have curs'd them without cause. Alon. Now all the blessings

(FERDINAND kneels. Of a glad father compass thee about ! Arise, and say, 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

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
Receiv'd a second life, and second father
This lady makes him to me.

Alon. I am hers :
But, oh, how oddly will it sound, that I
Must ask my child forgiveness !

Pro. There, sir, stop;
Let us not burden our remembrance with
An heaviness that's gone.

Gon. I have inly wept,
Or should have spoke ere this.

Look down, your
And on this couple drop a blessed crown;
For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way 230
Which brought us hither!

Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo !

( Gon.

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, 240 ” When no man was his own."

Alon. Give me your hands :
Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart,
That doth not wish you joy!

Gon. Belt so, Amen!

Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain ainazedly


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 ?
Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?
Boats. The best news is, that we have safely

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.

[ Aside. Pro. My tricksy spirit!

Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen, From strange to stranger :-Say, how came you

Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake,
I'd strive to tell you. We were dead asleep,
And (how, we know not) all clapp'd under hatches,
Where, but even now, with strange and several

Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains,
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awak'd; straightway, at liberty:

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, 270
Even in a dream, where we divided from them,
And were brought moping híther.

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

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 of : some oracle
Must rectify our knowledge.

Pro. Sir, my liege,
Do not infest

mind with beating on

280 The strangeness of this business ; at pick'd leisure, . Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you,

shale tai

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