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How thou hast met us here, who three hours since
Were wrackt upon this shore; where I have lost
(How sharp the point of this remembrance is!)
My dear fon Ferdinand.
Pro. I'm woe for't, Şir.
Alon. Irreparable is the loss, and Patience
Says, it is paft her cure.
Pro. I rather think,
You have not fought her help; of whose soft grace,
For the like loss, I have her sov'reign aid,
And reft my self content.
Alon. 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
Haye lost 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,
My self were mudded in that oozy bed,
Where my son lies. When did
Pro. In this last tempeft. 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 Profpro, and that very Duke
Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely
Upon this shore, where you were wrackt, 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'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 Prospero discovers Ferdinand and Miranda
playing at Chefs. Mira. ,
WEET lord, you play me falsc,
Fer. No, love, I would not for the world.
Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle, And I would call it fair play.
Alon. If this prove
A vision of the island, one dear son
Shall I twice lose.
Seb. A most high miracle!
Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful :
I've curs'd them without cause.
Alon. Now all the blessings
[Ferd. kneels, Of a glad father compass thee about Arise, and say how thou cam'ft here.
Mira. O! wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here?
hyw 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 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?
Fer. Sir, she's 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
Receiv'd a second life, and second father
This lady makes him to me.
Alon. I am hers;
But, oh, how odly will it sound, that I
Muit ask my child forgivenţss !
Pro. There, Sir, stop;
Let us not burthen our remembrance with
An heaviness that's gone.
Gon. I've 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!
Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo!
Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue
Should become Kings of Naples ! O rejoice
Beyond a common joy, and set it down
In gold on latting pillars! in one voyage
Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis;
And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife,
Where he himself was loft; Prospero his Dukedom,
In a poor Ille; and all of us, our selves,
When no man was his own.
Alon. Give me your hands :
Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart,
That doth not wish you joy!
Gon. Be't so, Amen!
Enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly
following O look, Sir, look, Sir, here are more of us ! I prophesy'd, 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 sca.
Ari. Sir, all this service Have I done since I went.
Pro. My tricksey 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 a-sleep,
And, how we know not, all clapt under hatches,
Where but ev'n now with strange and sev'ral 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 (33)
Our royal, good and gallant ship; our master
Cap'ring to eye her; on a trice, so please you,
Evin in a dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.
Ari. Was't well done?
Pro. Bravely, my diligence; thou shalt be free.
Alon. This is as Itrange a maze as e'er men trod,
And there is in this business more than nature
Was ever conduct 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 pickt leisure
(Which mall be shortly) single I'll resolve you,
Which to you thall seem probable, of every
These happen'd accidents; till when be chearful,
And think of each thing well. Come hither, spirit;
Set Caliban and his companions free:
Untie the spell. How fares my gracious Sir?
There are yet missing of your company
Some few odd lads, that you remember not.
(33) Where we, in all our Trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good and gallant Ship; ] What was their Trim, would the. Editors have us conceive? The Fright that they had been put into, by the Diversity of Noises? But, as Dr. Thirlby rightly observd to Me, the Trim is to be understood of the Ship, and not of the Crew. And this very Expression occurs again in the Comedy of Errors ;
The Ship is in her Trim; the merry Wind
Blows fair from Land, &c.
And Milton has likewise copied the Expression;
Behold a stately ship,
Proud of her gawdy Trim, comes this way failingi
With all ber Brav'ry or,
Enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Trin
culo, 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.
Seb. Ha, ha;
What things are these, my lord Antbonio !
Will mony buy 'em?
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 mis-shap'd knave,
His mother was a witch, and one so strong
That could controul the moon, make flows and ebbs,
And deal in her command without her power :
These three have robb'd me; and this demy-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
Cal. I shall be pincht to death.
Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
Seb. He's drunk now : where had he wine?
Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe; where should they Find this grand ʼlixir, that hath gilded 'em? (34)
How (34) Find this grand Liquor.] I certainly think, Shakespeare wrote Lixir here; alluding to the grand Elixir of which the Chymists of that Age told such Wonders, that it would renew Youth, purchase Immorta. lity, & c. and it being, as they pretended, a Preparation of Gold, they call'd it also, Aurum potabile: hence, 'tis probable, Shakespeare says, gilded; and to this, without doubt, he again alludes in his Anthony and Cleopatra;
How much art thou unlike Mark Antony?
Yet coming from him, that great Med'cine hath,
With his Tine gilded thee.