Have I made shake; and by the spurs plucked up [Solemn music. Re-enter ARIEL: after him, ALONZO, with a frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner, attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: They all enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO observing, speaks. A solemn air, and the best comforter To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains, Now useless, boiled within thy skull! There stand, Holy Gonzalo, honorable man, Mine eyes, ever sociable to the show of thine, To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces Thou 'rt pinched for 't, now, Sebastian.- Flesh and blood, Ariel, That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them, VOL. I.-5 As I was sometime Milan:-quickly, spirit; ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire PROSPERO. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; Ari. In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily: Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss thee; Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain, And presently, I pr'ythee. Ari. I drink the air before me and return Or e'er your pulse twice beat. [Exit ARIEL. Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful country! Pro. Behold, sir king, The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero: For more assurance than a living prince A hearty welcome. Alon. Whe'r thou beest he, or no, Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee, I fear, a madness held me: this must crave (An if this be at all) a most strange story. Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs:- But how should Prospero Be living, and be here? Pro. First, noble friend, Let me embrace thine age; whose honor cannot Be measured, or confined. Gon. Or be not, I'll not swear. Whether this be, You do yet taste Believe things certain: - Welcome, my friends all: [Aside to SEB. and ANT. I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, And justify you traitors: at this time I'll tell no tales. Seb. Pro. The devil speaks in him. [Aside. No: For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Alon. If thou beest Prospero, How thou hast met us here, who three hours since Pro. I am wo for't, sir. Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience Says, it is past her cure. Pro. I rather think, You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace, And rest myself content. Alon. You the like loss? Pro. As great to me, as late; and portable Have lost my daughter. Alon. A daughter? O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? 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 For 'tis a chronicle of day by day, Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir; At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye, 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 cursed them without cause. Alon. [Kneels to ALON. Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about! Mira. O! wonder How many goodly creatures are there here! Pro. 'Tis new to thee. Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at play? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: Is she the goddess that hath severed us, And brought us thus together? Fer. Alon. But O, how oddly will it sound, that I Pro. There, sir, stop: I have inly wept, Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, For it is you, that have chalked forth the way Alon. When no man was his own. Alon. Give me your hands: [To FER. and MIRA. 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! I prophesied, if a gallows were on land, This fellow could not drown:-Now, blasphemy, Ari. Have I done since I went. Pro. Sir, all this service [Aside. My tricksy spirit! Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen, From strange to stranger: -Say, how came you hither? Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, And (how, we know not) all clapped under hatches, |