You, brother mine, that entertain❜d ambition, That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them, I will discase me, and myself present As I was sometime Milan :-quickly, spirit; Ari. [Exit ARIEL. ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire PROSPERO. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip'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; To the king's ship, invisible as thou art : Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain And presently, I pr'ythee. Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Or e'er your pulse twice beat. [Exit ARIEL. 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; A hearty welcome. Alon. Whether 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, (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 Prospero Pro. First, noble friend, Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you [Aside to SEB. and ANT. I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Alon. If thou beest Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation : [Aside. How thou hast met us here, who three hours since My dear son Ferdinand. Pro. I am woe for 't, sir. Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and patience Says it is past her cure. You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace And rest myself content. Alon. You the like loss? Pro. As great to me as late; and, supportable 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, Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? At this encounter do so much admire, That they devour their reason; and scarce think Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have 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; My dukedom since you have given me again, The entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess. Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false. Fer. I would not for the world. No, my dearest love, 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 Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful : I have curs'd them without cause. Alon. Of a glad father compass thee about! Arise, and say how thou cam'st here. Mira. [FERD. kneels to ALON. Now all the blessings O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! Pro. "Tis new to thee. Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at play? Your eldest acquaintance cannot be three hours: Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us, And brought us thus together? Sir, she's mortal; Fer. I have inly wept, Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, 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 Where he himself was lost; Prospero, his dukedom When no man was his own. Alon. Give me your hands : [To FER. and MIR. Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart Gon. Be it so! Amen! 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, |