To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you; for 1 Have lost my daughter. Alon. A daughter? O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, your daughter? Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords At this encounter do so much admire, That they devour their reason; and scarce think Are natural breath; but, howsoe'er you have Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely landed, To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; Not a relation for a breakfast, nor Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir; I will requite you with as good a thing; 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 Seb. A most high miracle! Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful; I have curs'd them without cause. Alon. [Ferd. kneels to Alon. Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about! Arise, and say how thou cam'st here. Mira. O! wonder t How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't! Pro. 'Tis new to thee. Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at play? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: Sir, she's mortal; Fer. Alon. Must ask my child forgiveness! Pro. Let us not burden our remembrances With a heaviness that's gone, Gon. There, sir, stop: I have inly wept, Or should 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 Alon, I say, Amen, Gonzalo! Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become king of Naples? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy; and set it down 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't so! Amen! Re-enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following. O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us! Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found Ari. Have I done since I went. Pro. Sir, all this service My tricksyt spirit! Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen, From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither? I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, In his senses. + Ready. Clever, adroit. And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod ; And there is in this business more than nature Was ever conduct of: some oracle Must rectify our knowledge. Pro. Sir, my liege, Do not infest your mind with beating on The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure, [Aside. Set Caliban and his companions free : Untie the spell. [Exit Ariel.] How fares my gracious sir? There are yet missing of your company Some few odd lads, that you remember not. Re-enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, in their stolen 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 spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight. Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! * Conductor. How fine my master is! I am afraid He will chastise me. What things are these, my lord Antonio ? 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 say, if they be true*:-This mis-shapen knave, His mother was a witch; and one so strong That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs, Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death. Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? Seb. He is drunk now: Where had he wine? Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where should they Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them?- Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never 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 of the isle, sirrah? Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd on. [Pointing to Caliban. Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, As in his shape:-Go, sirrah, to my cell; * Honest. |