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or confined.

Gon.

Whether this be

Or be not, I’ll not swear.

Pros.

You do yet taste

Some subtilties o’ the isle, that will not let you

V. 1. 125 Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends all!

[Aside to Seb. and Ant.] But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,

I here could pluck his Highness’ frown upon you,

And justify you traitors: at this time

I will tell no tales.

Seb. [Aside]

The devil speaks in him.

Pros.

No.

130 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.

Alon.

If thou be’st Prospero,

135 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.

Pros.

I am woe for’t, sir.

140 Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and patience

Says it is past her cure.

Pros.

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.

Alon.

You the like loss!

145 Pros. 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.

Alon.

A daughter?

O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,

V. 1. 150 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 you daughter?

Pros. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords

At this encounter do so much admire,

155 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

160 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

165 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;

170 At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye

As much as me my dukedom.

Here Prospero discovers Ferdinand and Miranda playing at chess.

Mir. Sweet lord, you play me false.

Fer.

No, my dear’st love,

I would not for the world.

Mir. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,

And I would call it fair play.

Alon.

V. 1. 175 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 have cursed them without cause. Kneels.

Alon.

Now all the blessings

180 Of a glad father compass thee about!

Arise, and say how thou camest here.

Mir.

O, wonder!

How many goodly creatures are there here!

How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,

That has such people in’t!

Pros.

’Tis new to thee.

185 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 is mortal;

But by immortal Providence she’s mine:

190 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

195 Received a second life; and second father

This lady makes him to me.

Alon.

I am hers:

But, O, how oddly will it sound that I

Must ask my child forgiveness!

Pros.

There, sir, stop:

Let us not burthen our remembrances with

A heaviness that’s gone.

Gon.

V. 1. 200 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.

Alon.

I say, Amen, Gonzalo!

205 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,

210 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!

Gon.

215 Be it so! Amen!

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

O, look, sir, look, sir! here is 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?

220 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.

V. 1. 225 Ari. [Aside to Pros.]

Sir, all this service

Have I done since I went.

Pros. [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,

230 I’ld 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,

235 We were awaked; 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.

240 Ari. [Aside to Pros.]

Was’t well done?

Pros. [Aside to Ari.] Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free.

Alon. This is as strange 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.

Pros.

245 Sir, my liege,

Do not infest your mind with beating on

The strangeness of this business; at pick’d leisure

Which shall be shortly, single I’ll resolve you,

Which to you shall seem probable, of every

V. 1. 250 These happen’d accidents; till when, be cheerful,

And think of each thing well. [Aside to Ari.] Come hither, spirit:

Set Caliban and his companions free;

Untie the spell. [Exit Ariel.] How fares my gracious sir?

There are yet missing of your company

255 Some few odd lads that you remember not.

Re-enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, 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, 260 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 Antonio?

Will money buy ’em?

Ant.

265 Very like; one of them

Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.

Pros. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,

Then say if they be true. This mis-shapen knave,

His mother was a witch; and one so strong

270 That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,

And deal in her command, without her power.

These three have robb’d me; and this demi-devil—

For he’s a bastard one—had plotted with them

To take my life. Two of these fellows you

V. 1. 275 Must know and own; this thing of darkness I

Acknowledge mine.

Cal.

I shall be pinch’d to death.

Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?

Seb. He is drunk now: where had he wine?

Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they 280

Find this grand liquor that hath gilded ’em?—

How camest thou in this pickle?

Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.

285 Seb. Why, how now, Stephano!

Ste. O, touch me not;—I am not Stephano, but a cramp.

Pros. You’ld be king o’ the isle, sirrah?

Ste. I should have been a sore one, then.

Alon. This is a strange thing as e’er I look’d on. Pointing to Caliban.

290 Pros. He is as disproportion’d in his manners

As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell;

Take with you your companions; as you look

To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.

Cal. Ay, that I will; and I’ll be wise hereafter,

295 And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass

Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,

And worship this dull fool!

Pros.

Go to; away!

Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.

Seb. Or stole it, rather. Exeunt Cal., Ste., and Trin.

V. 1. 300 Pros. Sir, I invite your Highness and your train

To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest

For this one night; which, part of it, I’ll waste

With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make it

Go quick away: the story of my life,

305 And the particular accidents gone by

Since I came to this isle: and in the morn

I’ll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,

Where I have hope to see the nuptial

Of these our dear-beloved solemnized;

310 And thence retire me to my Milan, where

Every third thought shall be my grave.

Alon.

I long

To hear the story of your life, which must

Take the ear strangely.

Pros.

I’ll deliver all;

And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,

And sail so expeditious, that shall catch

315 Your royal fleet far off. [Aside to Ari.] My Ariel, chick,

That is thy charge: then to the elements

Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near.

Exeunt.

EPILOGUE. SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.

Now my charms are all o’erthrown,

And what strength I have’s mine own,

Which is most faint: now, ’tis true,

I must be here confined by you,

5 Or sent to Naples. Let me not,

Since I have my dukedom got,

And pardon’d the deceiver, dwell

In this bare island by your spell;

But release me from my bands

10 With the help of your good hands:

Gentle

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