By my Staff, [ Solemn Mufick. Here enters Ariel before; then Alonso with a frantick Gestur?, attended by Gonzalo. Sebaftian and Anthonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and Francifco. They all enter the Circle which Profpero had made, and there ftand charm'd; which Prospero obferving, Speaks: A folemn Air, and the best Comforter Now ufelefs, boil within thy Skull; there ftand, Holy Gonzalo, honourable Man, Mine Eyes, even fociable to the fhew of thine, To him thou follow'ft; I will pay thy Graces That now lyes foul and muddy. Not one of them. I will discafe me, and my felf prefent, Ariel fings, and helps to attire him. Where the Bee fucks, there fuck I; In a Cowflip's Bell I lye: There I crouch when Owls do cry., 1 After Summer merrily. Merrily, merrily fhall I live now, Under the Bloom that hangs on the Bow. Pro. Why that's my dainty Ariel; I fhall mifs thee; There fhalt thou find the Mariners afleep Under the Hatches; the Mafter and the Boatfwain, And prefently, I piethee. Ari. I drink the Air before me, and return Or e'er your Pulfe twice beat. [Exit. Gon. All Torment, Trouble, Wonder and Amazement Inhabits here; fome heav'nly Power guide us. Out of this fearful Country. Pro. Behold, Sir King, The wronged Duke of Millan, Profpero: A hearty Welcome. Alon. Where thou beeft he or no, i 1 Thou pardon me my Wrongs; But how fhould Profpero Be living, and be here? Pro. First, noble Friend, Let Let me embrace thine Age, whofe Honour cannot Be meafur'd, or confin'd. Gon. Whether this be, Or be not, I'll not fwear. Some Subtilties o'th' fle, that will not let you I will tell no Tales. Seb. The Devil fpeaks in him. Pro. No! For you, moft wicked Sir, whom to call Brother' Alon. If thou beeft Profpero, Give us Particulars of thy Prefervation, How thou haft met us her, who three Hours fince Pro. I am wo for't, Sir. Alon. Irreparable is the Lofs, and Patience Says, it is paft her Cure. Pro. I rather think You have not fought her Help, of whofe foft Grace, And reft my felf content. Alon. You the like Lofs? Pro. As great to me, as late, and infupportable Alon. A Daughter? Oh Heavens! that they were living both in Naples, Where my Son lyes. When did you lofe your Daughter? E 4 Pro. Pro. In this laft Tempeft. I perceive these Lords That they devour their Reason, and scarce think Which was thruft out of Millan; who most strangely ; Befitting this fift Meeting. Welcome, Sir; Here Profpero difcovers Ferdinand and Miranda playing Mira. Sweet Lord, you play me false. Fer. No, my dearest Love, 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 Vision of the Ifland, one dear Son Shall I twice lofe. Seb. A moft high Miracle. Fer. Though the Seas threaten, they are merciful: 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 Creaures are there here? How beauteous Mankind is! O brave new World, That has foch People in't, Pro. 'Tis new to thee, Alon. Alox. 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 is Mortal; But by Immortal Providence he's mine; Alon. I am hers; But O, how odly will it found, that I Pro. There, Sir, ftop; Let us not burthen our Remembrances with An Heaviness that's gone. Gon. I have inly wept, Or fhould have fpoke e'er 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 Millan thruft from Millan, that his Iffue When no Man was his own. Alon. Give me your Hands: Let Grief and Sorrow ftill embrace his Heart, That doth not wish you Joy. Gon. Be it fo, Amen. Enter Ariel, with the Mafter and Boatswain amazedly following. O look Sir, look, here is more of us! prophefy'd, if a Gallows were on Land |