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Begins to fwell, and the approaching tide

Will shortly fill the reasonable shore,

That now lyes foul and muddy. Not one of them
That yet looks on me, or would know me.Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;

I will dif-cafe me, and myself prefent,

As I was fometime Milan: quickly, Spirit;
Thou fhalt ere long be free.

Ariel fings, and helps to attire him.

Where the bee fucks, there 'lurk I;
In a cowflip's bell I lye:

There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly

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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
But yet thou fhalt have freedom. So, fo, fo.
To the King's fhip, invisible as thou art;
There fhalt thou find the mariners asleep

Under the hatches; the mafter and the boatfwain,
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. 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,
And to thee and thy company I bid

A hearty welcome.

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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
Beats as of flesh and blood, and fince I faw thee
Th' affliction of my mind amends, with which
I fear a madnefs held me; this must crave
(An if this be at all) a moft ftrange ftory:.
Thy Dukedom I refign, and do intreat

Thou pardon me my wrongs; but how fhould Profpero
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 fubtilties o' th' Ifle, that will not let you
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 justifie you traitors; at this time

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
Were wreck'd upon this fhore; where I have loft
(How sharp the point of this remembrance is!)
My dear fon Ferdinand.

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,
For the like lofs, I have her fov'reign aid,
And reft my self content.

Alon. You the like lofs?

Pro. As great to me, as late; and, infupportable
To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker
Than you may call to comfort
you; for I
Have loft 'my only daughter.

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Alon. Only daughter?

O heav'ns! that they were living both in Naples,
The King and Queen there; that they were, I wish
My felf were mudded in that oozy bed

Where my fon lyes. When did you lofe your daughter?
Pro. In this laft tempeft. I perceive these lords
At this encounter do fo much admire,

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

Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, Sir;
This cell's my court; here have I few attendants,
And fubjects 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.

I my daughter.

VOL. I..

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Here Profpero difcovers Ferdinand and Miranda
playing at chefs....

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;
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.

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Alon. I am hers;

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

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
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, our felves,
When no man was his own.

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!
I prophefy'd, if a gallows were on land
This fellow could not drown. Now, blafphemy!
That fwar'ft grace o'er-board, not an oath on fhore?
Haft 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 fhip,
Which but three glaffes fince we gave out split,

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