Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I fhall mifs thee; Under the hatches; the mafter and the boatswain, 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! Pro. Behold, Sir King, The wronged Duke of Milan, Profpero: For more affurance that a living Prince Alon. Be'ft thou he or no, Or fome inchanted trifle to abufe me, Pro. First, noble friend, Let me embrace thine age, whofe honour cannot Gon. Whether this be, Or be not, I'll not fwear, Pro. You do yet taste Some fubtleties o' th' ifle, that will not let you And Beaumont and Fletcher in their Paffionate Madman; Believe Believe things certain: welcome, my friends all. I'll tell no tales. Seb. The devil fpeaks in him. Pro. No: For you, most wicked Sir, whom to call brother Alon. If thou be'ft Profpero, Give us particulars of thy prefervation, How thou haft met us here, who three hours fince 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, And reft myself content. Alon. You the like lofs? Pro. As great to me, as late; and, supportable Alon. A daughter? O heav'ns! that they were living both in Naples, The King and Queen there; that they were, I wish, Myfelf were mudded in that oozy bed, Where my fon lies. When did you lofe your daughter That they devour their reason; and fcarce think, Been Been juftled from your fenfes, know for certain, Which was thruft forth of Milan; who moft ftrangely Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, Sir; SCENE opens to the entrance of the Cell. Here Profpero discovers Ferdinand and Miranda playing at Chefs. WEET Lord, you play me false, Mira. S Fer. No, my dear love, I would not for the world. Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you fhould wrangle, And I would call it fair play. Alon. If this prove A vifion of the island, one dear fon Shall I twice lofe. Seb. A moft high miracle! Fer. Though the feas threaten, they are merciful; I've curfed them without cause. Alon. Now all the bleffings Of a glad father compass thee about! Arife, and say how thou cam'ft here. Mira. O wonder! [Ferd. kneels. How many goodly creatures are there here? How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, 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 Is the the goddess that hath fever'd us, But, by immortal providence, fhe's mine. Alon. I am hers; But, oh, how odly will it found, that I Pro. There, Sir, top; Let us not burden our remembrance with An heaviness that's gone. Gon. I've inly wept, Or fhould have fpoke 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. 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, ourselves, When no man was his own. Alon. Give me your hands Let grief and forrow still embrace his heart, Gon. Be't fo, Amen! O look, Sir, look, Sir, here are more of us! This |