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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 fubjects none abroad; pray you, look in;
My dukedom fince 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.


Here Profpero difcovers 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 vifion of the ifland, one dear fon

Shall I twice lofe.

Seb. A moft high miracle!

Fer. Though the feas threaten, they are merciful: I've curs'd them without cause.

Alon. Now all the bleffings

Of a glad father compass thee about!

Arife, and fay, how thou cam'ft here.

Mira. O wonder!

How many goodly creatures are there here?

How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,

That has fuch people in't!

Pro. "Tis new to thee.

Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou waft at play?

Your eld'ft acquaintance cannot be three hours:

Is the the goddess that hath sever'd us,

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And brought us thus together ?

Fer. Sir, fhe's mortal;

But, by immortal providence, fhe's mine;
I chose her when I could not ask my
For his advice; nor thought I had one: the
Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan,
Of whom so often I have heard renown,
But never faw before; of whom I have
Receiv'd a second life, and fecond father
This lady makes him to me.

Alon. I am hers;

But oh! how odly will it found, that I
Must ask my child forgiveness ?

Pro. There, fir, stop;

Let us not burthen our remembrance with

An heaviness that's gone.

Gon. I've inly wept,

Or fhould 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 fay, amen! Gonzalo.

Gon. Was Milan thruft from Milan, that his iffue
Should become kings of Naples! o rejoice

Beyond a common joy, and fet it down
In gold on lafting pillars! in one voyage
Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis;
And Ferdinand her brother found a wife,
Where he himself was loft; Profpero his dukedom
In a poor ifle; and all of us, ourselves,
When no man was his own.

Alon. Give me your hands:

[To Ferd. and Miranda.

Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart,
That doth not wish you joy!

Gon. Be't fo, amen!



Enter Ariel, with the mafter and boatfwain amazedly following.
O look, fir, look, fir, here are more of us!

I prophefy'd, if a gallows were on land
This fellow could not drown.
That swar'st grace o'er-board,

Now, blafphemy!
not an oath on fhore ?
Haft 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 glaffes 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 fervice

Have I done fince I went.

Pro. My tricksey spirit!

Alon. These are not natural events; they ftrengthen
From strange to ftranger. Say, how came you hither?
Boats. If I did think, fir, I were well awake,
I'd ftrive to tell you. We were dead a-fleep,
And, how we know not, all clapt under hatches;
Where but ev'n now with strange and fev'ral noises
Of roaring, fhrieking, howling, gingling chains,
And more diverfity of founds, all horrible,
We were awak'd; ftraightway, at liberty:
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our mafter
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 ftrange a maze as e'er men trod, And there is in this bufinefs 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 ftrangeness of this bufinefs; at pickt leisure,
Which shall be shortly, fingle I'll refolve you,
Which to you shall feem 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 fpell. How fares my gracious fir?
There are yet miffing of your company
Some few odd lads, that you remember not.

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Enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, in their ftolen 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 fpies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly fight.

Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed!

How fine my mafter is! I am afraid,

He will chastise me.

Seb. Ha, ha; what things are these, my lord Anthonio? 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 fay, if they be true: this mif-fhap'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
Acknowledge mine.

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 fhould they Find this grand 'lixir that hath gilded 'em?

How cam'ft thou in this pickle?

Trin. I have been

In fuch a pickle fince 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' ifle, firrah?

Ste. I fhould have been a fore one.

Alon. This is a strange thing as I ever look'd on.
Pro. He is as difproportion'd in his manners
s in his fhape: go, firrah, to my cell;
Cake with you your companions; as you look
To have my pardon, trim it handfomly.

Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wife hereafter,

And feek for grace. What a thrice double afs

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 ftole it, rather.

Pro. Sir, I invite your highness and your train

To my poor cell; where you fhall take your reft
For this one night; which (part of it) I'll wafte
With fuch difcourfe, as, I not doubt, fhall make it
Go quick away; the ftory of my life,

And the particular accidents gone by

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