Which was thruft forth of Milan; who moft ftrangel Not a relation for a breakfast, nor Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, fir; The entrance of the cell opens, and difcovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chefs. Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false. 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. 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 207 Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at play? Your eldest acquaintance cannot be three hours: Fer. Sir, fhe's mortal; Put, by immortal Providence, she's mine: Alon. I am hers: But, oh, how oddly will it found, that I 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, 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! 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! } [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. Do not infeft your mind with beating on ther, fpirit; Set Caliban and his companions free : [To ARIEL. [Afide. Uutie the fpell. How fares my gracious fir? Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and 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. Sib. Ha, ha! What things are these, my lord Anthonio? 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? [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 To |