Begins to fwell, and the approaching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shore, That now lyes foul and muddy. Not one of them I will dif-cafe me, and myself prefent, As I was fometime Milan: quickly, Spirit; Ariel fings, and helps to attire him. Where the bee fucks, there 'lurk I; There I couch when owls do cry. 8 After 'fun-fet merrily. Merrily, merrily, fhall I live now, Under the bloom that hangs on the bough. Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I fhall mifs thee Under the hatches; the mafter and the boatfwain, 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. Lo, Sir King, The wronged Duke of Milan, Profpero: For more affurance that a living Prince Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body, A hearty welcome. 7 fuck... old edit. Theob, emend. Alon. Alon. Be'ft thou he or no, Or fome inchanted trifle, to abuse me As late I have been, I not know; thy pulse Thou pardon me my wrongs; but how fhould Profpero Pro. First, noble friend, Let me embrace thine age, whofe honour cannot Gon. Whether this be, Some fubtilties o' th' Ifle, that will not let you I'll tell no tales." Seb. The devil speaks in him. Pro. 9 'For you, moft wicked Sir, whom to call brother [To Anthonio. 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 must restore. Alon. If thou beeft Profpero, Give us particulars of thy prefervation, How thou haft met us here, who three hours fince Pro. I'm wo for't, Sir. 9 No, For you, Alon. 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, Alon. You the like lofs? Pro. As great to me, as late; and, infupportable 2 Alon. Only daughter? O heav'ns! that they were living both in Naples, Where my fon lyes. When did you lofe your daughter? That they devour their reason, and scarce think Which was thruft forth of Milan, who moft ftrangely Not a relation for a breakfast, nor Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, Sir; I my daughter. VOL. I.. 2 A daughter? F SCENE Here Profpero difcovers Ferdinand and Miranda Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false, Fer. No, my dear love, I would not for the world. Mira. Yes, for a fcore of kingdoms you fhould wrangle, And I would call it fair play. Alon. If this prove A vifion of the Inland, one dear fon Shall I twice lofe. Seb. A moft high miracle! Fer. Though the feas threaten, they are merciful: I've curs'd them without cause. Alon. Now all the bleffings Of a glad father compass thee about! Arife, and fay how thou cam'ft here. Mira. O! wonder! 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 wast at play? Your eld❜ft acquaintance cannot be three hours: Is fhe the goddess that hath fever'd us, And brought us thus together? Fer. Sir, fhe's mortal; But by immortal providence fhe's mine; Alon. I am hers; But oh! how odly will it found, that I Pro. There, Sir, stop; Let us not burthen our remembrance with An heavinefs that's gone. Gon. I've inly wept, Or fhould have spoke 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 Alon. I fay Amen, Gonzalo. Gon. Was Milan thruft from Milan, that his iffue Alon. Give me your hands: [To Ferd. and Miranda, Let grief and forrow ftill embrace his heart, That doth not wish you joy! Gon. Be't fo, Amen! SCENE V. Enter Ariel, with the Mafter and Boatswain amazedly following. O look, Sir, look, Sir, here are more of us! F 2 Is |