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Which was thruft forth of Milan; who moft ftrangel
Upon this fhore, where you were wreck'd was lande
To be the lord on't. No more yet of this
For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,

Not a relation for a breakfast, nor

Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, fir;
This cell's my court: here have I few attendants
And fubjects none abroad: pray you, look in;
My dukedom, fince you have 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.

The entrance of the cell opens, and difcovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chefs.

Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.
Fer. No, my dearest love,

I would not for the world.

Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms, you fhould

And I would call it fair play.

Alon. If this prove

A vifion of the island, one dear fon

Shall I twice lofe.

Seb. A moft high miracle!

[wrangle

Fer. Though the feas threaten, they are merci

I have curs'd them without caufe.

[ful:

Alon. Now all the bleffings [FERDINAND kneels.

Of a glad father compass thee about!

Arife, and fay how thou cam'ft here.
Mira. O! wonder!

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.

Alo

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Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast

at play?

Your eldest acquaintance cannot be three hours:
Is the the goddess that hath fever'd us,
And brought us thus together?

Fer. Sir, fhe's mortal;

Put, by immortal Providence, she's mine:
I chose her, when I could not afk my father
For his advice; nor thought, I had one; the
Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan,
Of whom fo often I have heard renown,
Bat 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 oddly will it found, that I
Liust ask my child forgiveness!

Pro. There, fir, ftop;

Let us not burden our remembrance with

An heaviness that's gone.

Gon. I have inly wept,

Or fhould have spoke ere this. Look down, you And on this couple drop a blessed crown; [gods, For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way Which brought us hither!

Alon. I fay, Amen, Gonzalo !

Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy; and fet 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 loft; Profpero his dukedom, In a poor ifle; and all of us, ourselves,

G

When

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!

Re-enter ARIEL, with the mafter and boatfwain amazedly, following.

O look, fir, look, fir, here are more of us!
I prophecy'd, if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown:-Now, blafphemy,
Thatfweareft grace o'erboard, not an oath on fhore;
Haft thou no mouth by land? What is the news?

Boats. The best 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 firft put out to sea.

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

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[Afide.

Alon. These are not natural events; they strength

en,

From ftrange to ftranger:

hither?

-Say, how came you

Boats. If I did think, fir, I were well awake, I'd ftrive to tell you. We were dead asleep, And (how, we know not) all clapp'd under hatches, Where, but even now, with ftrange and feveral noifes, Of roaring, fhrieking, howling, gingling chains, And more diverfity of founds, all horrible, We were awak'd; ftraightway, at liberty; Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good, and gallant fhip; our mafter

Cap'ring

Cap'ring to eye her: on a trice, fo please you, Even in a dream, were we divided from them, And were brought moping hither.

Ari. Was't well done?

Thou

[Afide.

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 business more than nature Was ever conduct of; some oracle

Must rectify our knowledge.
Pro. Sir, my liege,

Do not infeft your mind with beating on
The ftrangeness of this bufinefs; at pick'd leifure,
Which fhall be fhortly, fingle I'll refolve you
(Which to you shall feem probable) of every
Thefe happen'd accidents: till when, be cheerful,
And think of each thing well. Come hi-

ther, fpirit;

Set Caliban and his companions free :

[To ARIEL.

[Afide.

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

Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and
TRINCULO, in their ftolen 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. O Setebos, thefe be brave fpirits, indeed! How fine my mafter is! I am afraid

He will chaflife me.

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Sib. Ha, ha!

What things are these, my lord Anthonio?
Will money buy them?

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 fay if they be true :---This mif-fhapen knave,His mother was a witch; and one fo ftrong That could controul the moon, make flowsandebbs, And deal in her command without her power: These three have robb'd 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 fhall be pinch'd 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 should

they

Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them?How cam'ft thou in this pickle ?

Trin. I have been in fuch a pickle, fince I faw you laft, 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
Pro. You'd be king of the ifle, firrah? (cramp.
Ste. I should have been a fore one then.
Alon. This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd on.

[Pointing to CALIBAN.

Pro. He is as difproportion'd in his manners, As in his shape: -Go, firrah, to my cell; Take with you your companions; as you look

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