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How thou haft met us here, who three hours fince
Were wrackt upon this fhore; where I have loft
(How fharp the point of this remembrance is!)
My dear fon Ferdinand.

Pro. I'm woe for't, Sir.

Alon. Irreparable is the lofs, and Patience Says, it is past her cure.

Pro. I rather think,

You have not fought her help; of whofe foft grace, For the like lofs, I have her fov'reign aid,

And reft my felf content.

Alon. You the like lofs?

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

Alon. A daughter?

O heav'ns! that they were living both in Naples,
The King and Queen there; that they were, I wish,
My felf were mudded in that oozy bed,

Where my fon lies. When did you lofe your daughter?
Pro. In this laft tempeft. I perceive, these lords
At this encounter do fo much admire,

That they devour their reafon; and scarce think,
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath: but howfoe'er you have
Been juftled from your fenfes, know for certain,
That I am Profp'ro, and that very Duke

Which was thruft forth of Milan; who moft ftrangely
Upon this fhore, where you were wrackt, 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 breakfaft, nor

Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, Sir;
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.



SCENE opens to the Entrance of the Cell.

Here Profpero difcover's Ferdinand and Miranda
playing at Chefs.

Mira. Fer. No, my dear love,
WEET lord, you play me falle,

I would not for the world.

Mira. Yes, for a fcore 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!

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

Alon. Now all the bleffings

Of a glad father compafs thee about!
Arife, and fay how thou cam'fb here.
Mira. O! wonder!

[Ferd. kneels.

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 fever'd us,

And brought us thus together?

Fer. Sir, fhe's mortal,

But, by immortal providence, the's mine.

I chofe her, when I could not ask my father det
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 fecond life, and fecond father
This lady makes him to me.

Alon. I am hers;

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


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Pro. There, Sir, stop;

Let us not burthen our remembrance with

An heaviness that's gone.

Gon. I've inly wept,

Or fhould have fpoke ere this. Look down, you Gods, And on this couple drop a bleffed 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 issue Should become Kings of Naples! O rejoice

Beyond a common joy, and fet it down

In gold on lafting pillars! in

e 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, our felves,

When no man was his own.

Alon. Give me your hands:

Let grief and forrow ftill 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, Sir, look, Sir, here are more of us!
I prophefy'd, if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown. Now, blafphemy,
That fwear'ft grace o'erboard, not an oath on fhore?
Haft thou no mouth by land? what is the news?
Boatf. The beft news is, that we have fafely found
Our King and company; the next, our fhip,
Which but three glaffes fince we gave out fplit,
Is tight and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when
We first put out to fea.

Ari. Sir, all this fervice Have I done fince I went. Pro. My trickley fpirit!

Alon. Thefe are not natural events, they ftrengthen, From ftrange to ftranger. Say, how came you hither?

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Boats. If I did think, Sir, 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 ftrange and fev'ral noises
Of roaring, fhrieking, howling, jingling chains,10
And more diverfity of founds, all horrible,
We were awak'd; ftraightway at liberty:

Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld (33) Liv
Our royal, good and gallant fhip; our mafter
Cap'ring to eye her; on a trice, fo please you,
Ev'n in a dream, were we divided from them, noda
And were brought moping hither.

Ari. Was't well done?.

Pro. Bravely, my diligence; thou fhalt 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

Muft rectify our knowledge,
Pro. Sir, my Liege,


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Do not infeft your mind with beating on

The strangeness of this bufinefs; at pickt leifura
(Which fhall be fhortly) fingle I'll refolve you,
Which to you fhall feem probable, of every
Thefe happen'd accidents; till when be chearful, at
And think of each thing well. Come hither, fpirit;
Set Caliban and his companions free:

Untie the fpell. How fares my gracious Sir?
There are yet miffing of your company....
Some few odd lads, that you remember not,

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(33) Where we, in all our Trim, freshly beheld on on

Our royal, good and gallant Ship;]What was their Trim, would the Editors have us conceive? The Fright that they had been put into, by the Diversity of Noifes? But, as Dr. Thirlby rightly obferv'd to Me, the Trim is to be understood of the Ship, and not of the Crew. And this very Expreffion occurs again in the Comedy of Errors ;

The Ship is in her Trim; the merry Wind
Blows fair from Land, &c.

And MILTON has likewife copied the Expreffion;

Behold a fately Ship,

Proud of her gawdy Trim, comes this way failing,
With all her Brav'ry on.


Enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, in their folen apparel.

Ste. Every man shift for all the reft, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune; Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio!

Trin. If thefe be true fpies, which I wear in my head, here's a goodly fight.

Cal. Ŏ Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! How fine my mafter is! I am afraid,

He will chaftife me.

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What things are thefe, my lord Anthonio!
Will mony bay 'em? 1 banali

Ant. Very like; one of them

Is a plain fish, and no doubt marketable.

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Pro. Mark but the badges of thefe men, my lords, Then say, if they be true: this mif-fhap'd knave, His mother was a witch, and one fo ftrong

That could controul the moon, make flows and ebbs,
And deal in her command without her power:
These three have robb'd me, and this demy-devil
(For he's a baftard one) had plotted with them
To take my life, two of thefe fellows you
Must know and own; this thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.

Cal. I fhall be pincht to death.

Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? Seb. He's drunk now: where had he wine? Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe; where fhould they Find this grand 'lixir, that hath gilded 'em? (34)


(34) Find this grand Liquor.] I certainly think, Shakespeare wrote 'Lixir here; alluding to the grand Elixir of which the Chymifts of that Age told fuch Wonders, that it would renew Youth, purchase Immortality, &c. and it being, as they pretended, a Preparation of Gold, they call'd it alfo, Aurum potabile: hence, 'tis probable, Shakespeare fays, gilded; and to This, without doubt, he again alludes in his Anthony and Cleopatra;

How much art thou unlike Mark Antony?

Yet coming from him, that great Med'cine hath
With his Tina gilded thee.


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