Under the hatches; the master, and the boat swain, Being awake, enforce them to this place, And presently, I pr'ythee. Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Or e'er your pulse twice beat. [Exit ARIEL Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amaze ment Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us Pro. Behold, Sir King, The wrongéd Duke of Milan, Prospero. For more assurance that a living prince Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body; A hearty welcome. Alon. Whe'r 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, Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs.-But how should Prospero Be living, and be here ?— Pro. First, noble friend, Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot Be measured, or confined. Gon. Or be not, I'll not swear. Whether this be, You do yet taste Pro. Some subtleties o' the isle, that will not let you Believe things certain.-Welcome, my friends all. [Aside to SEB. and ANT.] 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.] Pro. The devil speaks in him. No. For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Alon. If thou beest Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation : How thou hast met us here, who three hours since Were wrecked upon this shore; where I have lost (How sharp the point of this remembrance is!) My dear son Ferdinand. Pro. 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. Alon. You the like loss? Pro. As great to me, as late; and, súpportable To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you, for I Have lost my daughter. Alon. 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? Pro. 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 Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely Upon this shore, where you were wrecked, was landed, To be the lord on 't. No more yet of this; Not a relation for a breakfast, nor Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, Sir; The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess. Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false. Fer. I would not for the world. No, my dearest love, Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle, And I would call it fair play.— A lon. If this prove A vision of the island, one dear son Shall I twice lose. Of a glad father compass thee about! 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 play? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: Is she the goddess that hath severed us, And brought us thus together? Sir, she is mortal; Fer. |