(How fharp the point of this remembrance is!) My dear fon Ferdinand. Pro. I'm woe for't, Sir. Alon. Irreparable is the lofs, and Patience Says, it is past her cure. Pro. I rather think, You have not fought her help; of whose soft grace, Alon. You the like lofs? Pro. As great to me, as lates and, fupportable Alon. A daughter? O heav'ns! that they were living both in Naples, Where my fon lies. When did you lofe your daughter ? Pro. In this laft tempeft. I perceive, thefe lords At this encounter de fo much admire, That they devour their reason; and scarce think, Which was thrust forth of Milan; who moft ftrangely Not a relation for a breakfast, nor Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, Sir; SCENE SCENE opens to the Entrance of the Cell. Here Profpero difcovers Ferdinand and Miranda playing at Chefs. Mira. Ser. No, my dear love, Weet lord, you play me falfe. I would not for the world. Mira. Yes, for a fcore of kingdoms you fhould wrangle, And I would call it fair play. Alon. If this prove A vifion of the Ifland, one dear fon. Shall I twice lofe. Seb. A moft high miracle! Fer. Though the feas threaten, they are merciful: I've curfed them without cause. Alon. Now all the bleffings Of a glad father compafs thee about! Arife, and fay how thou cam'A here. Mira. O! wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here? [Ferd, kneels 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 wast at play ? Your eld'ft acquaintance cannot be three hours: Is the the goddefs that hath fevered us, And brought us thus together? Fer. Sir, fhe's mortal; But by immortal providence, the's mine. Alon. I am hers; But, ob, how odly will it found, that I Pro. There, Sir, ftop; Let us not burthen our remembrance with An heaviness that's gone. Gon Gon. I've inly wept, Or fhould have spoke ere this. Look down, you Gods, For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way, Alon. I fay, Amen, Gonzalo ! Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his iffue Alon. Give me your bands: Let grief and forrow ftill embrace his heart, Gon. Be't fo, Amen! Enter Ariel, with the Mafter and Boatswain amazedly following. O look, Sir, look Sir, here are more of us! I prophely'd, if a gallows were on land, This fellow could not drown. Now, blafphemy, Ari. Sir, all this fervice Have I done fince I went. Pro. My trickley spirit! Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen, From ftrange to ftranger. Say, how came you hither? Boatf. It I did think, Sir, I were well awake, I'd ftrive to tell you. We were dead a-fleep, We We were awak'd; straightway at liberty: Ari. Was't well done? Pro. Bravely, my diligence; thou shalt be free. Muft rectify our knowledge. Pro: Sir, my Liege, Do not infeft your mind with beating on Untie the fpell. How fares my gracious Sir? Ste. Every man fhift for all the reft, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune; Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio ! Trin. If thefe be true fpies, which I wear in my head, here's a goodly fight. Cal. O Setebos, these be brave fpirits, indeed! How fine my mafter is! I am afraid, He will chaftise me. Seb. Ha, ha ; What things are thefe, my Lord Anthonio ! Will mony buy 'em? Ant. Very like; one of them Is a plain fish, and no doubt marketable. Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, Then fay, if they be true: this mishap'd knave, His mother was a witch, and one fo ftrong That could controul the moon, make flows and ebbs, And 7 And deal in her command without her power: Cal. I fhall be pincht to death. Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? Alon. And Trineulo is reefing ripe; where should they Find this grand 'lixir, that hath gilded 'em? How cam'ft thou in this pickle? Trin. I have been in such a pickle, fince I faw you laft, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I fhall not fear fly-blowing, Seb. Why, how now, Stephano! Ste. O, touch me not: I am not Stephano, but a cramp. Ste. I fhould have been a fore one then. Alon. 'Tis a ftrange thing, as e'er I look'd on. Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wife hereafter, Pro. Go to, away! (it. Alon. Hence,and beftow your luggage where you found Pro. Sir, I invite your highnefs, and your train, Every |