Alon. You the like loss? Pro. As great to me, as late; and portable1 Have lost my daughter. Alon. A daughter? O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, 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 Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir; The entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers FERDI- 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 Alon. If this prove A vision of the island, one dear son Seb. A most high miracle! Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful: I have cursed them without cause. Alon. [Kneels to ALON. Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about! Mira. O! wonder' How many goodly creatures are there here! Pro. 'Tis new to thee. Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at play? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: Fer. Alon. I am hers: But O, how oddly will it sound, that I Must ask my child forgiveness! Pro. Let us not burden our remembrances Gon. There, sir, stop: I have inly wept, Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, For it is you, that have chalked forth the way Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo. Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom, When no man was his own.1 Alon. Give me your hands: [To FER. and MIRA. Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, Gon. Be't so! Amen! Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following. O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us! This fellow could not drown:-Now, blasphemy, Ari. Have I done since I went. Pro. Sir, all this service [Aside. My tricksy spirit! Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen, From strange to stranger :-Say, how came you hither? Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, And (how, we know not) all clapped under hatches, Where, but even now, with strange and several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, 1 When no man was in his senses or had self-possession. And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, Ari. Was't well done?) Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt [Aside. be free. Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod: And there is in this business more than nature Was ever conduct1 of: some oracle Must rectify our knowledge. Pro. Sir, my liege, Do not infest your mind with beating on The strangeness of this business: at picked leisure, [Aside Set Caliban and his companions free: cious sir? There are yet missing of your company Some few odd lads, that you remember not. Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, Stephano, and TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel. Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune :— Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio! Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight. Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! How fine my master is! I am afraid He will chastise me. 1 Conductor. Seb. Ha, ha! What things are these, my lord Antonio? 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 say, if they be true:-This misshapen knave, His mother was a witch; and one so strong That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs, And deal in her command, without her power:1 These three have robbed me; and this demi-devil (For he's a bastard one) had plotted with them To take my life: two of these fellows you Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine. Cal. I shall be pinched to death. Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them? 2— Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall 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 of the isle, sirrah? Ste. 1 should have been a sore one then. Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I looked on. [Pointing to CAliban. Pro. He is as disproportioned in his manners, As in his shape :-Go, sirrah, to my cell; 1 That is, work the same effects as the moon, without her delegated authority. 2 The phrase being gilded was a trite one for being drunk. |