I fear, a madness held me : this must crave (An if this be not all) a most strange story. 8 Thy dukedom I resign, and do intreat, Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should Pro

Be living and be here?

Pro. First, noble friend,
Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot
Be measur'd or confin'd.

Gon. Whether this be,
Or be not, I'll not swear.

Pro. You do yet taste Some fubtilties o'the ise, that will not let you Believe things certain :-welcome, my friends all :But you, my brace of lords, were I lo minded,

[ 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. The devil speaks in him.

[Afide. Pro. No: For you, most wicked Sir, whom to call brother Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know, Thou must restore.

Alon. If thou beft Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation : How thou haft met us here, who three hours since Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost, How sharp the point of this remembrance is ! My dear son Ferdinand. Pro. 9 I am woe for’t, Sir.

Alon. : Thy dukedom I refign, The dutchy of Milan being through the treachery of Anthonio made fendatory to the crown of Naples, Alonzo promises to resign his claim of fovereignty for the future. STEEVENS. ? I am woe for's, Sir.] i. e. I am sorry for it. To woe, is


Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience Says, it is past her cure.

Pro. I rather think, You have not fought her help; of whose soft grace, For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid, And rest myself content.

Alon. You the like lofs ?

Pro. ' As great to me, as late ; and, supportable To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you; for I Have lost my daughter.

Alon. A daughter? O heavens ! that they were living both in Naples, The king and queen there ! that they were, I wish, Myself were mudded in that oozy bed, Where my son lies.

son lies. When did you lose your

daughter? Pro. In this last tempeft. I perceive, these lords At this encounter do so much admire, That they devour their reason; and scarce think, ' Their eyes do offices of truth, their words Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have Been joftled from your senses, know for certain, That I am Prospero, and that very duke Which was thruft forth of Milan; who most strangely Upon this shore, where you were wreck’d, was landed To be the lord on't. No more yer of this ; For 'tis a chronicle of day by day, Not a relation for a breakfast, nor Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, Sir ; This cell's my court: here have I few attendants, And subjects none abroad. Pray you, look in;


often used by old writers to fignify to be forry. So Chauer. See The Court of Love, p: 36.

-I wolde be That I presume to her to writin fo.” STEEVENS. ! As great to me, as late ;-) My loss is as great as yours, and has as lately happened to me, JOHNSON,


My dukedom since 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


The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers Ferdinand

and Miranda playing at chess. 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 should

And I would call it fair play.

Alon. If this prove
A vision of the island, one dear son
Shall I twice lose.

Seb. A most high miracle !
Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful :
I have curs'd them without cause.
Alon. Now all the blessings

[Ferd. kneels. 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 at


? Yes, for a score of kingdoms. -- I take the sense to be only this : Ferdinand would not, he says, play her false for the world ; yes, answers she, I would allow you to do it for something less than the world, for twenty kingdoms, and I wish you well enough to allow you, after a little wrangle, that your play was fair. So likewise Dr. Gray. JOHNSON.

I would recommend another punctuation, and then the sense would be as follows :

Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,
And I would call i: fair play. STBEVENS.


Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours :
Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,
And brought us thus together?

Fer. Sir, she's mortal;
But, by immortal Providence, she's mine.
I chose her, when I could not ask my father
For his advice; nor thought, I had one : The
Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan,
Of whom so often I have heard renown,
But never saw before ; of whom I have
Receiv'd a second life; and fecond father
This lady makes him to me.

Alon. I am hers :
But, oh, how oddly will it found, that I
Must ask my child forgiveness !

Pro. There, Sir, stop;
Let us not burden our remembrance with
An heaviness that's gone.

Gon. 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
Which brought us hither!

Alon. 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 let 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 ise; and all of us, ourselves,
3 When no man was his own.

Alon. Give me your hands :
Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart,
That doth not wish you joy!
Gon. Be't so, Amen!

3 When no man was his own.] For when perhaps should be read where. JOHNSON.



Re-enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly

following O look, Sir, look, Sir, here are more of us ! I prophesy'd, if a gallows were on land, This fellow could not drown. Now, blasphemy, That swear'st grace o’erboard, not an oath on shore? Haft 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 rigg'd, as when We first put out to sea.

Ari. Sir, all this service Have I done since I went.

[Afide. Pro. 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 asleep,
And (how we know not) all clapp'd under hatches,
Where, but even now, with strange and several noises
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains,
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awak’d; straightway, at liberty:
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master
Cap'ring to eye her: on a trice, so please you,
Even in a dream were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.

Ari. Was't well done?
Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt [Afide.

be free.
Alon. This is as strange a maze as e’er men trod;
And there is in this business more than pature
Was ever conduct of: some oracle
Must rectify our knowledge.
Pro. Sir, my liege,


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