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Re-enter ARIEL: after him, ALONSO, with a frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner, attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: they all enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO observing, speaks.

A solemn air, and the best comforter

To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,

Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,

For you are spell-stopp'd.

Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,

Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,
Fall fellowly drops.-The charm dissolves apace;
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason.-O good Gonzalo !
My true preserver, and a loyal Sir

To him thou follow'st, I will pay thy graces
Home, both in word and deed.—Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a fartherer in the act ;—

Thou 'rt pinch'd for 't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and blood,
You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong)
Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,
Unnatural though thou art.-Their understanding
Begins to swell, and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores,

That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them
That yet looks on me, or would know me.-Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell:-
I will dis-case me, and myself present,

As I was sometime Milan.-Quickly, spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.


[Exit ARIEL.

ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire PROSPERO.

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.

Pro. 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 pr'ythee.

Ari. I drink the air before me, and return

Or e'er your pulse twice beat.

Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Inhabit here: some heavenly power guide us

Out of this fearful country!

First, noble friend,

Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot

Be measur'd or confin'd.

Whether this be,

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.

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,
Th' 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?



Or be not, I'll not swear.


I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you,

And justify you traitors: at this time

I will tell no tales.


You do yet taste

Some subtilties 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


Seb. [Aside.] The devil speaks in him.

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.

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!)
My dear son Ferdinand.

I am woe for 't, Sir.
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 grace,
For the like loss I have her sovereign aid,

And rest myself content.


You the like loss?
Pro. 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?

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

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 '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 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.

The entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing

at chess.

Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.


No, my dearest love,

I would not for the world.

Mira. 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 merciful: I have curs'd them without cause.


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

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

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

O, brave new world,


'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 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.

There, Sir, stop:


Let us not burden our remembrances
With a heaviness that's gone.


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 !

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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 ;
And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife
Where he himself was lost; Prospero, his dukedom
In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves

When no man was his own.

Alon. [To FER. and MIR.] Give me your hands :
Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart,
That doth not wish you joy!


Be it so Amen!

Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following.

O look, Sir! look, Sir! here are more of us.

I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown.-Now, blasphemy,
That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?
Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?

Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found
Our king and company: the next, our ship,-
Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split,—
Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when
We first put out to sea.

Ari. [Aside to PRO.]
Have I done since I went.

Sir, all this service

Pro. [Aside to ARI.]

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 clapp'd under hatches,
Where, but even now, with strange and several noises
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awak'd; straightway, at liberty:
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master
Capering to eye her: on a trice, so please you,
Even in a dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.

Ari. [Aside to PRO.]

Was 't well done?

Pro. [Aside to ARI.] Bravely, my diligence! Thou shalt be free.

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