(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,
For the like lofs, I have her fov'reign aid,
And reft my felf content.

Alon. You the like lofs?

Pro. As great to me, as lates and, fupportable
To make the dear lofs, have I means much weaker
Than you may call to comfort you; for I
Have left my daughter.

Alon. A daughter?

O heav'ns! that they were living both in Naples,
The King and Queen there; that they were, I wish,
My felf were mudded in that oozy bed,

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,
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath: but how foe'er you have
Been juftled from your fenfes, know for certain,
That I am Profp'ro, and that very Duke

Which was thrust forth of Milan; who moft ftrangely
Upon this fhore, where you were wrackt, was landed
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, Sir;
This cell's my court;, here have I few attendants,
And fubjects none abroad; pray, you, look in;
My Dukedom fince you've given me again,
I will requite you with as good a thing;
At least bring forth a wonder to contest ye,
As much as me my Dukedom.

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.
I chofe her, when I could not ask my father
For his Advice: nor thought, I had one: fhe
Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan,
Of whom so often I bave heard renown,
But never faw before; of whom I have
Receiv'd a fecond life, and second father
This lady makes him to me.

Alon. I am hers;

But, ob, how odly will it found, that I
Muft ask my child forgiveness!

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,
And on this couple drop a bleffed crown:

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
In go'd 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, our felves,
When no man was his own.

Alon. Give me your

bands:

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

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,
That fwear'ft 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 ship,
Which but three glaffes fince we gave our split,
Is tight and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when
We first put out to fea.

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,
And, how we know not, all clapt under hatches,
Where but ev'n now with ftrange and fev'ral noifes
Of roaring, fhrieking, howling, jingling chains,
And more diverfity of founds, all horrible,

We

We were awak'd; straightway at liberty:
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good and gallant fhip; our mafter
Cap'ring to eye her; on a trice, fo please you,
Ev'n in a dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.

Ari. Was't well done?

Pro. Bravely, my diligence; thou shalt be free.
Alon. This is as ftrange a maze as e'er men trød,
And there is in this business more than nature
Was ever conduct of; some oracle

Muft rectify our knowledge.

Pro: Sir, my Liege,

Do not infeft your mind with beating on
The ftrangeness of this bufinefs; at pickt leifure
(Which fhall be fhortly) fingle 1'll refolve you,
Which to you fhall feem probable, of every
These happen'd accidents; till when be chearful,
And think of each thing well. Come hither, fpirit
Set Caliban and his companions free:

Untie the fpell. How fares my gracious Sir?
There are yet miffing of your company
Some few odd lads, that you remember not.
Enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Trin-
culo, in their ftolen apparel.

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

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And deal in her command without her power:
These three have robb'd me; and this demy-devil
(For he's a baftard one) had plotted with them
To take my life; two of thefe fellows you
Muft know and own; this thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.

Cal. I fhall be pincht to death.

Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
Seb. He's drunk now: where had he wine?

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.
Pro. You'd be King o'ch' isle, Sirrah?

Ste. I fhould have been a fore one then.

Alon. 'Tis a ftrange thing, as e'er I look'd on.
Pro. He is as difproportion'd in his manners,
As in his shape: go, Sirrah, to my cell,
Take with you your companions; as you look
To have my pardon, trim it handfomly.

Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wife hereafter,
And feek for grace. What a thrice double afs
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god?
And worship this dull fool?

Pro. Go to, away!

(it.

Alon. Hence,and beftow your luggage where you found
Seb. Or ftole it rather,

Pro. Sir, I invite your highnefs, and your train,
To my poor cell, where you fhall take your reft
For this one night, which (part of it) I'll wafte
With fuch difcourfe, as I not doubt, fhall make it
Go quick away; the ftory of my life,
And the particular accidents gone by,
Since I came to this Ifle: and in the morn
I'll bring you to your fhip; and fo to Naples;
Where I have hope to fee the nuptials
Of thefe our dear-teloved folemniz'd;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where

Every