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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, fir;
This cell's my court; here have I few attendants,
And subjects none abroad; pray you; look in ;
My dukedom since 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.
SCE N E IV. Here Prospero discovers 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 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 feas threaten, they are merciful:
I've curs’d them without cause.
Alon. Now all the blessings
Of a glad father compass thee about !
Arise, and say, how thou cam'st here.
Mira. O wonder!
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' ft 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
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 hers;
But oh! how odly will it sound, that I
Muft ask my child forgiveness ?
Pro. There, sir, stop;
Let us not burthen our remembrance with
An heaviness that's gone.
Gon. I've 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
In 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 Ferd, and Miranda.
Let grief and sorrow ftill embrace his heart,
That doth not wish you joy!
Gon. Be't so, amen!
Enter Ariel, with the master 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, blasphemy!
That swar'st grace o'er-board, 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 fince, 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.
Pro. My tricksey 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 a-sleep,
And, how we know not, all clapt under hatches;
Where but ev'n now with strange and sev’ral noises
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains,
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awak'd; straightway, at liberty :
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master
Cap'ring to eye her; on a trice, so please you,
Ev’n in a dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.
Ari. Was't well done?
Pro. 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; fome oracle
Must rectify our knowledge.
Pro. Sir, my liege,
Do not infest your mind with beating on
The strangeness of this business; at pickt 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 chearful,
And think of each thing well. Come hither, fpirit;,
Set Caliban and his companions free:
Untie the spell. How fares my gracious sir?
There are yet missing of your company
Some few odd lads, that you remember not.
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, here's a goodly sight.
Cal. o Setebos, these be brave fpirits, indeed!
How fine my master is! I am afraid,
He will chastise me.
Seb. Ha, ha; what things are these, my lord Antbonio ?
Will money buy 'em ?
Ant. Very like; one of them
Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.
Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,
Then say, if they be true: this mis-shap'd knave,
His mother was a witch, and one so strong
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
Must know, and own, this thing of darkness I
Cal. I shall be pincht to death.
Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler ?
Seb. He is drunk now: but how? where had he wine?
Alon. And Trinculo is reeling-ripe; where should they
Find this grand ʼlixir that hath gilded 'em ?
How cam'ft thou in this pickle?
Trin. I have been
In such a pickle since I saw you last,
That, I fear me, will ne'er out of my bones :
I shall not fear fly-blowing.
Seb. Why, how now, Stephano ?
Ste. O, touch me not:
I am not Stephano, but a cramp.
Pro. You'd be
King o'th' isle, sirrah?
Ste. I should have been a sore one.
Alon. This is a strange thing as I ever look'd on.
Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners
As in his shape: go, firrah, to my cell;
Take with you your companions; as you
To have my pardon, trim it handsomly.
Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter,
And seek for grace. What a thrice double ass
Was I to take
this drunkard for a god ?
And worship this dull fool?
Pro. Go to, away!
Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.
Seb. Or stole it, rather.
Pro. Sir, I invite your highness and your train
my poor cell; where
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,
And the particular accidents gone by