As I was fometime Milan: quickly, Spirit;

Thou shalt e'er long be free.

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Ariel fings, and helps to attire him.

Where the bee fucks, there lurk I; (17).
In a cowflip's bell I lie:

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

After funfet, merrily. (18)

Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,

Under the bloom, that hangs on the bough.

Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I fhall mifs thee; But yet thou fhalt have freedom. So, fo, fo,

To the King's fhip, invifible as thou art;

There fhalt thou find the mariners asleep

Under the hatches; the mafter and the boatswain,
Being awake, enforce them to this place;

And prefently, I pr'ythee.

Ari. I drink the air before me, and return

Or e'er your pulfe twice beat.

[Exit.

Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement

Inhabits here; fome heav'nly power guide us

Out of this fearful country!

Pre. Behold, Sir King,

The wronged Duke of Milan, Profpero:

For more affurance that a living Prince
Doe's now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee and thy company I bid

A hearty welcome.

(17) Where the Bee fucks, there fuck 7;] I have ventur❜d to vary from the printed Copies here. Could Ariel, a Spirit of a refin'd atherial Effence, be intended to want Food? Befides the fequent Lines rather countenance lurk.

(18) After Summer merrily] Why, after Summer? Unless we muft fuppofe, our Author alluded to that mistaken Notion of Bats, Swallows, &c. croffing the Seas in purfuit of hot Weather. I conjectur'd, in my Shakespeare reftor'd, that Sunfet was our Author's Word: And this Conjecture Mr. Pope, in his last Edition, thinks probably should be efpoufed. My Reasons for the Change were from the known Nature of the Bat.

Alon.

Alon. Be'ft thou he or no,

Or fome inchanted trifle to abuse me,

As late I have been, I not know; thy pulfe
Beats, as of flesh and blood; and fince I faw thee,
Th' affliction of my mind amends, with which,
I fear, a madnefs held me; this must crave
(And if this be at all) a most strange story:
Thy Dukedom I refign, and do intreat,

Thou pardon me my wrongs; but how fhould Profpero
Be living, and be here?

Pro. First, noble friend,

Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot
Be meafur'd or confin'd.

Gon. Whether this be,
Or be not, I'll not swear.
Pro. You do yet tafte

Some fubtilties o' th' ifle, that will not let you
Believe things certain: welcome, my friends all.
But you, my brace of lords, were I fo minded,
I here could pluck his Highness' frown upon you,
And juftify you traitors; at this time

I'll tell no tales.

Seb. The devil speaks in him.

Pro. No:

For you, moft wicked Sir, whom to call brother
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Thy rankeft faults; all of them; and require
My Dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,
Thou must restore.

Alon. If thou be'ft Profpero,

Give us particulars of thy prefervation,

How thou haft met us here, who three hours fince
Were wreckt upon this fhore; where I have loft
(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 paft her cure.

Pro. I rather think,

You have not fought her help; of whofe foft grace,

For

For the like lofs, I have her fov'reign aid,

And reft myself content.

Alon. You the like lofs?

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

Have loft my daughter.

Alon. A daughter?

O heav'ns! that they were living both in Naples, The King and Queen there! that they were, I wifh, Myfelf were mudded in that oozy bed,

Where my fon lies. When did you lofe your daughter?
Pro. In this laft tempeft. I perceive, these lords
At this encounter do fo much admire,

That they devour their reason; and scarce think,
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath: but howfoe'er you have
Been juftled from your fenfes, know for certain,
That I am Profpro, and that very Duke

Which was thruft forth of Milan; who moft ftrangely
Upon this shore, where you were wreckt, 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 leaft, bring forth a wonder to content ye,.
As much as me my Dukedom.

SCENE opens to the Entrance of the Cell.

Here Profpero difcovers Ferdinand and Miranda playing at Chefs.

Mira. Fer. No, my dear love,

WEET lord, you play me falfe.

I would not for the world.

Mira. Yes, for a fcore of kingdoms you should wrangle,

And I would call it fair play.

Seb. A moft high miracle!

Fer. Though the feas threaten, they are merciful: I've curs'd them without caufe.

Alon. Now all the bleffings

Of a glad Father compass thee about!

Arife, and fay how thou cam'it here.

Mira. O! wonder !

[Ferd. kneels.

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 waft at play? Your eld❜ft acquaintance cannot be three hours:

Is the the goddess that hath sever'd us,

And brought us thus together?

Fer. Sir, fhe's mortal;

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

Alon. I am hers;

But, oh, how oddly 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. 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

Alon. I fay, Amen, Gonzalo!

Gon. Was Milan thruft from Milan, that his iffue
Should become Kings of Naples ! O rejoice
Beyond a common joy, and fet it down
In gold 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, ourfelves,
When no man was his own.

Alon. Give me your hands:

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 Beatfwain amaxidly following.

O look, Sir, look, Sir, here are more of us!
I prophefy'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 beft news is, that we have fafely found
Our King and company; the next, our fhip,
Which but three glaffes fince we gave out split,
Is tight and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when
We first put out to fea.

Ari. Sir, all this service

Have I done fince I went.
Pro. My trickfey spirit!

Alon. These are not natural events; they ftrengthen, From strange to ftranger. Say, how came you hither? Boats. If I did think, Sir, I were well awake, I'd strive 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 were awak'd; ftraightway at liberty:

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