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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 afleep

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!

Pro. Behold, Sir King,

The wronged Duke of Milan, Profpero:

For more affurance that a living Prince
Does now fpeak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee and thy company, I bid
A hearty welcome.

Alon. Be'ft thou he or no,

Or fome inchanted trifle to abufe me,
As late I have been, I not know; thy pulfei
Beats, as of flesh and blood; an
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 moft ftrange ftory:
Thy Dukedom I refign, and do intreat,,
Thou pardon me my wrongs; but how fhould Profpera
Be living, and be here?

Pro. First, noble friend,

Let me embrace thine age, whofe honour cannot
Be measur'd or confin'd.

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;
Fountain-heads, and pathlefs groves,
Places, which pale paffion loves;
Moonlight walks, when all the fowls
Are warmly hous'd, fave bats and owls.

Believe

Believe things certain: welcome, my friends all.
But you, my brace of Lords, were I fo minded,
I here could pluck his Highnefs' frown upon you,
And juftify you traitors: at this time

I'll tell no tales.

Seb. The devil fpeaks in him.

Pro. No:

For you, most 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 muft 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 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, supportable
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 wish, Myfelf were mudded in that oozy bed,

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

That they devour their reason; and fcarce think,
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath: but howfoe'er you have

Been

Been juftled from your fenfes, know for certain,
That I am Profp'ro, 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 subjects none abroad; pray you, look in;
My Dukedom fince you've 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.

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,
That has fuch 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

Is the the goddess that hath fever'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: fhe
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 fecond life, and fecond father
This Lady makes him to me.

Alon. I am hers;

But, oh, how odly will it found, that I
Must ask my child forgiveness !

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,
That doth not wish you joy!

Gon. Be't fo, Amen!

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I prophefy'd, if a gallows were on land,

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