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ARIEL re-enters singing, and helps to attire

Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie ;

There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly

After summer merrily.

Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Pros. Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall
miss thee;

But yet thou shalt have freedom; so, so, so.
To the king's ship, invisible as thou art :
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain,
Being awake, enforce them to this place,
And presently, I prithee.

Ari. I drink the air before me, and return
Or e'er your pulse twice beat.

[Exit ARIEL. Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and


Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful country!


Behold, sir king!

The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero.

For more assurance that a living prince
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee, and thy company, I bid

A hearty welcome.


Whether thou beest he, or no,

Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,

As late I have been, I not know thy pulse

Beats as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw 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 resign; and do entreat

Thou pardon me my wrongs.-But how should Prospero

Be living and be here?


Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot Be measured or confined.


Or be not, I'll not swear,


First, noble friend,

Whether this be

You do yet taste

Some subtleties o' the isle, that will not let you Believe things certain.-Welcome, my friends all.


But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,
I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you,
And justify you traitors: at this time

I will tell no tales.

Seb. [Aside.]

The devil speaks in him.


Pros. For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require My dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,

Thou must restore.

Alon. If thou beest Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation; How thou hast met us here, who three hours since Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost (How sharp the point of this remembrance is!)

I am woe for 't, sir.

My dear son Ferdinand.


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


I rather think,

You have not sought her help; of whose soft


For the like loss I have her sovereign aid,

And rest myself content.


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.


A daughter?

O heavens ! that they were living both in Naples, The 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 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
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 duke

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;

For 't is 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 subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.
My dukedom since 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.

[Here PROSPERO discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess. Mir. Sweet lord, you play me false.


I would not for the world.

No, my dearest love,

Mir. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,

And I would call it fair play.


If this prove

A vision of the island, one dear son

Shall I twice lose.


A most high miracle!

Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merci


I have cursed them without cause.


[FER. kneels to ALON. Now, all the blessings

Of a glad father compass thee about!
Arise, and say how thou camest here.

O, wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in 't!


'Tis new to thee.

Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast to play?

Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,

And brought us thus together?

Sir, she is mortal;
But, by immortal Providence, she's mine:
I chose her, when I could not ask my father
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
Received a second life; and second father
This lady makes him to me.

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


Let us not burthen our remembrances with

A heaviness that's gone.


There, sir, stop:

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,
Which brought us hither!

I say, Amen, Gonzalo.

Alon. 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 ;

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