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PERO.

Begins to swell ; and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores,
That now lie 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 ;

[Ex. ARI. I will dis-case me, and myself present, As I was sometime Milan : -Quickly, spirit ; Thou shalt ere long be free. ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire PROS(Ari . Where the bee sucks, there suck 1 ;

In a cowslin's bell I lie :
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly,
After summer, merrily :

Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel: I shall miss thee ; But yet thou shalt have freedom: So, so, so. To the king's ship, invisible as thou art : There shalt thou find the mariners asleep Under the hatches ; the master, and the boatswain, Being awake, enforce them to this place ; And presently, I proythee.

Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Or e'er your pulse twice beat.

[Exit.
Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement
Inhabits here : Some heavenly power guide us
Out of this fearful country!

Pro. Behold, sir king,
The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero :
For more assurance that a living prince
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body ;
And to thee, and thy company I bid
A hearty welcome.

Alon. Whe'r thou beest he, or no,
Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
As late I have been, I not know : thy pulse
Beats, as of flesh and blood ; and, since I saw thee,
'The affliction of my mind amends, with which,
I fear, a madness held me : this must crave
(An if this be at all,) a most strange story.
Thy dukedom I resign ; and do intreat

Thou pardon me my wrongs :—But how should Prospero
Be living, and be here?

Pro. First, noble friend,
Let me embrace thine age ; whose honour cannot
Be measur'd, or confin'd.

Gon. Whether this be,
Or be not, I'll not swear,

Pro. You do yet taste Some subtilties o’the isle, that will not let you Believe things certain :-Welcome, my friends all :But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,

[.Aside to Seb. and Ant. I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, And justify you traitors ; at this time I'll tell no tales. Seb. The devil speaks in him.

[Aside.
Pro. No:
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 beest Prospero,
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.

Pro. I am woe for't, sir.

Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and patience
Says, it is past her cure.

Pro. 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?

Pro. As great to me, as late ; and, portable
To make the dear loss, have I means much.weaker

[9] The unity of time is most rigidly observed in this piece. The fable scarcely takes up a greater number of hours than are employed in the representation ; and from the very particular care which our author takes to point out this circumstance in so many other passages, as well as here, it seems as if it were not accidental,but purposely designed to shew the admirers of Ben Jonson's art, and the cavillers of the time, that he too could write a play within all the strictest laws of regularity, when he chose to load himself with the critick's fetters. STEEV.

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,
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 your daughter?

Pro. In this last tempest. 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 Prospero, and that very duke 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 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 ; At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye, As much as me my dukedom. The entrance of the Cell opens and discovers FERDI

NAND and MIRANDA playing at che88. Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.

Fer. No, my dearest 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 have curs'd them without cause.

Alon. Now all the blessings (FERD. kneels to ALON. Of a glad father compass thee about ! Arise, and say how thou cam'st here. Mira. O! wonder !

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VOL. I.

How many goodly creatures are there here !
How 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 her's :
But O, how oddly will it sound, that I
Must ask my child forgiveness !

Pro. There, sir, stop ;
Let us not burden our remembrance
With a heaviness that's gone.

Gon. 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 !

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; 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. Give me your hands : [To Fer. and MIR. Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, That doth not wish you joy! Gon. Be't so! Amen!

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Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain

amazedly following: O look, sir, look, sir ; here are 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 ? 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.

Ari. Sir, all this service Have I done since I went.

Aside. Pro. 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,
I'd 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, gingling chains,
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awak'd ; straitway, at liberty :
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, aná gallant ship ; our master
Cap'ring to eye her: On a trice, so please you,
Even in a dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.

Ari. Was't well done?
Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt Aside.

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.

Pro. 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
These happen'd accidents : till when, be cheerful,
And think of each thing well.—Come hither, spirit ;
Set Caliban and his companions free:

[ Aside.

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