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Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords
NAND and MIRANDA playing at chess.
No, my dearest love,
wrangle, And I would call it fair play.
If this prove
A most high miracle !
[Kneels to ALON. Alon.
Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about ! Arise, and say how thou cam’st here. Mira.
O! wonder! 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
Sir, she's mortal;
I am hers:
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 chalked forth the way Which brought us hither!
I say, Amen, Gonzalo. Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become kings of Naples ? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy; and set it down With gold on lasting pillars : In one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis; And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom, In a poor isle ; and all of us, ourselves, When no man was his own. Alon.
Give me your hands :
T. FER. and MIRA. Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, That doth not wish you joy! Gon.
Be't so! Amen!
Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain ama
zedly 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, That swear'st grace o’erboard, not an oath on shore ? Hast 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 glasses since, we gave out split,Is tight and yare, and bravely rigged, as when We first put out to sea. Ari.
Sir, all this service ) Have I done since I went.
? [Aside. Pro.
My tricksy spirit! S 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, Where, but even now, with strange and several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains,
1 When no man was in his senses or had self-possession. vol. 1. 10
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
Was't well done ? )
be free. 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 picked leisure, Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you (Which to you shall seem probable) of every These happened accidents : till when, be cheerful, And think of each thing well.—Come hither, spirit;
Set Caliban and his companions free:
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!
Very like; one of them
Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, Then say, if they be true :—This misshapen 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: 1 These three have robbed 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 pinched 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 ? — How cam'st thou in this pickle ?
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 ?
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 looked on.
[Pointing to CALIBAN. Pro. He is as disproportioned in his manners, As in his shape :-Go, sirrah, to my cell ; Take with you your companions; as you look To have my pardon, trim it handsomely,
1 That is, work the same effects as the moon, without her delegated authority.
2 The phrase being gilded was a trite one for being drunk.