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Antonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and Francisco: They all enter the circle which Prospero had made, and there stand charmed; which Prospero observing, speaks.
A solemn air, and the best comforter
To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, For you are spell-stopp'd.
Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,
To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and blood,
You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd remorse* and nature; who, with Sebastian
That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them,
I will dis-case me, and myself present,
Pity, or tenderness of heart.
Ariel re-enters, singing, and helps to attire
Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
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 pr'ythee.
Ari. I drink the air before me, and return
Or e'er your pulse twice beat.
Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us
Out of this fearful country!
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;
A hearty welcome.
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 entreat
Thou pardon me my wrongs:-But how should Pros
You do yet taste
Pro. 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.
The devil speaks in him. [Aside.
For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother
Thou must restore.
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.
I am woe for't, sir.
Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience Says, it is past her cure.
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.
You the like loss?
Pro. As great to me, as late; and, portablet
To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you; for I
Have lost my 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?
That they devour their reason; and scarce think
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;
Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers Ferdi. nand and Miranda playing at chess.
Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.
I would not for the world.
No, my dearest love,
Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should
And I would call it fair play.
If this prove
A vision of the island, one dear son
A most high miracle!
Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful;
I have curs'd them without cause.
[Ferd. kneels to Alon. Now all the blessings
Of a glad father compass thee about!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
'Tis new to thee.
Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast
Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:
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 Received a second life, and second father This lady makes him to me.
I am hers: But O, how oddly will it sound, that I
Must ask my child forgiveness!
There, sir, stop:
Let us not burden our remembrances
Or should have spoke ere this.
I have inly wept,
Look down, you gods,
And on this couple drop a blessed crown;
I say, Amen, Gonzalo!
Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become king of Naples? O, rejoice