Out of this fearful country!
Pro. Behold, fir King,

The wronged duke of Milan, Profpero:
For more affurance that a living prince
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee, and thy company, I bid
A hearty welcome.

Alon. Whe'r thou be'ft he, or no,

Or fome enchanted trifle to abuse me,

As late as I have been, I not know: thy pulfe
Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, fince I faw 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 refign; and do entreat,
Thou pardon me my wrongs;-But how should
Be living, and be here?
[Profpero

Pro. Firft, 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 fwear.

Pro. You do yet taste

Some fubtilties o' the ille, that will not let you
Believe things certain:-Welcome, my friends all:--
But you, my brace of lords, were I fo minded,
[Afide to SEB. and ANT.
I here could pluck his highnefs' frown upon you,
And juftify you traitors; at this time

I'll tell no tales.

Seb. The devil fpeaks in him.

Pro. No:

[Afide.

For you, moft wicked fir, whom to call brother Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive

Thy

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

Alon. If thou be'ft 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 am woe for't, fir.

Alon. Irreparable is the lofs; and patience Says, it is past her cure.

Pro. I rather think,

You have not fought her help; of whofe foft grace, For the like lofs, I have her fovereign aid,

And reft myself content.

Alon. You the like lofs?

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

Than you may

Have loft my daughter.

Alon. A daughter!

O Heavens! 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 lies. When did you lose your daugh

ter?

Pro. In this laft tempeft. I perceive, these lords At this encounter do fo much admire,

That they devour their reason; 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 Profpero, and that very duke

Which was thruft forth of Milan; who moft ftrangel
Upon this fhore, where you were wreck'd was lande
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, fir;
This cell's my court: here have I few attendants
And fubjects none abroad: pray you, look in;
My dukedom, fince 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 dukedom.

The entrance of the cell opens, and difcovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chefs.

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 fhould

And I would call it fair play.

Alon. If this prove

A vifion of the island, one dear fon

Shall I twice lofe.

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Seb. A moft high miracle!

[wrangle

Fer. Though the feas threaten, they are merci

I have curs'd them without caufe.

[ful:

Alon. Now all the bleffings [FERDINAND kneels.

Of a glad father compass thee about!

Arife, and fay how thou cam'ft here.
Mira. 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.

Alo

lon. What is this maid, with whom thou waft

at play? Your eldeft acquaintance cannot be three hours: Is the the goddess that hath fever'd us, And brought us thus together?

Fer. Sir, the'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; she
I daughter to this famous duke of Milan,
Of whom fo 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 oddly will it found, that I
Binft alk my child forgiveness!

Pro. There, fir, ftop;

Let us not burden our remembrance with
An heavinefs that's
gone.

Gon. I have inly wept,

Or fhould have fpoke ere this. Look down, you And on this couple drop a bleffed crown; [gods, For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way Which brought us hither!

Alon. I fay, Amen, Gonzalo !

Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his iffue Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy; and fet it down With gold on lafting pillars! In one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis; And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife, Where he himself was loft; Profpero his dukedom, In a poor ifle; and all of us, ourselves, G

When

When no man was his own.

Alon. Give me your hands:

Let grief and forrow ftill embrace his heart,
That doth not wish you joy!

Gon. Be't fo, Amen!

Re-enter ARIEL, with the mafter and boatfwain amazedly, following.

O look, fir, look, fir, here are more of us!
I prophecy'd, if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown:-Now, blafphemy,
Thatfweareft grace o'erboard, not an oath on fhore;
Haft thou no mouth by land? What is the news?

Boats. The best news is, that we have fafely found Our king, and company: the next, our fhip,— Which but three glaffes fince, we gave out fplit,Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when We firft put out to sea.

Ari. Sir, all this fervice Have I done fince I went. Pro. My trickfy fpirit!

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[Afide.

Alon. These are not natural events; they strength

en,

From ftrange to ftranger:

hither?

-Say, how came you

Boats. If I did think, fir, I were well awake, I'd ftrive to tell you. We were dead asleep, And (how, we know not) all clapp'd under hatches, Where, but even now, with ftrange and feveral noifes, Of roaring, fhrieking, howling, gingling chains, And more diverfity of founds, all horrible, We were awak'd; ftraightway, at liberty; Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good, and gallant fhip; our mafter

Cap'ring