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They cannot budge 'till your release. The king,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brim-full of forrow and difmay; but chiefly
He that you term'd the good old lord Gonzalo;
His tears run down his beard, like winter drops
From eaves of reeds: your charm fo ftrongly works 'em,
That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.

Pro. Doft thou think fo, fpirit?

Ari. Mine would, fir, were I human.

Pro. And mine fhall.

Haft thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling

Of their afflictions, and fhall not myself,

One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,

Paffion'd as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?

Though with their high wrongs I am ftruck to th' quick,
Yet, with my nobler reafon, 'gainst my fury

Do I take part; the rarer action is

In virtue than in vengeance; they being penitent,
The fole drift of my purpose doth extend

Not a frown further: go, release them, Ariel;
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
And they fhall be themselves.

Ari. I'll fetch them, fir.



Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, ftanding lakes, and groves; And ye, that on the fands with printless foot

Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him
When he comes back; you demi-puppets, that
By moon-fhine do the green four ringlets make,

Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whofe paftime
Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice
To hear the folemn curfew; by whose aid


(Weak minifters though ye be) I have be-dimm'd
The noon-tide fun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green fea and the azur'd vault
Set roaring war; to the dread ratling thunder
Have I giv'n fire, and rifted Jove's ftout oak
With his own bolt: the ftrong-bas'd promontory
Have I made shake, and by the fpurs pluckt up
The pine, and cedar: graves, at my command,
Have wak'd their fleepers; op'd, and let 'em forth
By my fo potent art. But this rough magick
I here abjure; and, when I have requir'd
Some heav'nly mufick, which ev'n now I do,
(To work mine.end upon their fenses that
This airy charm is for) I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet found
I'll drown my book.


[Solemn mufick.

Here enters Ariel before; then Alonso with a frantick gefture, attended by Gonzalo. Sebaftian and Anthonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and Francisco. They all enter the circle which Profpero had made, and there ftand charm'd; which Profpero obferving, Speaks:

A folemn air, and the best comforter

To an unfettled fancy, cure thy brains

Now useless, boil'd within thy fkull! There stand,
For you are spell-stopt.

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Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,

Mine eyes, ev'n fociable to th' fhew of thine,
Fall fellow-drops-The charm diffolves apace,
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darknefs, fo their rifing fenfes
Begin to chafe the ign'rant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason. O my good Gonzalo,


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My true preferver, and a loyal fir

To him thou follow'ft; I will pay thy graces
Home both in word and deed. Moft cruelly
Didft thou, Alonfo, ufe me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;

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Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebaftian. Flesh and blood,
You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,

Expell'd remorse and nature; who with Sebaftian
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong)
Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,
Unnatʼral though thou art. Their understanding
Begins to fwell; and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shore,

That now lies 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 present,
As I was fometime Milan: quickly, fpirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.

Ariel fings, and helps to attire him.

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

There I couch when owls do cry.

On the bat's back I do fly

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 shall miss thee; But yet thou fhalt have freedom. So, fo, so.

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

Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement

Or ere your pulse twice beat.

Inhabits here; some heav'nly power guide us

Out of this fearful country!


Pro. Lo, fir 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.

Alon. Be'ft thou he, or no,

Or fome inchanted trifle, to abuse me

As late I have been, I not know; thy pulfe
Beats as of flesh and blood; and fince I saw thee
Th' affliction of my mind amends, with which
I fear a madness held me; this must crave
(An if this be at all) a moft ftrange story:
Thy dukedom I refign, and do intreat

Thou pardon me my wrongs; but how should Profpero
Be living, and be here?

Pro. First, noble friend,

Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot
Be meafur'd, or confin'd.

Gon. Whether this be,

Or be not, I'll not fwear.

Pro. You do yet


Some fubtilties o' th' ifle, that will not let you
Believe things certain: welcome, my friends all.


you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, And justify you traitors; at this time

I'll tell no tales.

Seb. The devil fpeaks in him.

Pro. For you, most wicked fir, whom to call brother

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[To Anthonio.


Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive

Thy rankest faults; all of them; and require
My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know,
Thou must restore.

Alon. If thou be'ft 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 fharp the point of this remembrance is!)
My dear fon Ferdinand.

Pro. I'm wo for't, fir.

Alon. Irreparable is the lofs; and patience

Says, it is past her cure.

Pro. I rather think,

You have not fought her help, of whose soft grace,
For the like loss, I have her fov'reign aid,

And reft myself content.

Alon. You the like lofs?

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

Alon. Only daughter?

O heav'ns! that they were living both in Naples,
The king and queen there! that they were, I wish
Myfelf were mudded in that oozy bed

Where my fon lies. When did you lofe

your daughter? Pro. In this last 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, how foe'er you have
Been juftled from your fenfes, know for certain
That I am Profpero, and that very duke
Which was thrust forth of Milan, who most strangely
Upon this fhore, where you were wreck'd, was landed

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