Home, both in word and deed.-Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;-

Thou art pinch'd for 't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and blood,
You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,)
Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,
Unnatural though thou art!-Their understanding
Begins to swell; and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores,

That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them
That yet looks on ine, or would know me:-Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;

I will discase me, and myself present,

As I was sometime Milan :-quickly, spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.

[Exit ARIEL

ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire PROSPERO.

Ari.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I;

In a cowslip's bell I lie

There I couch when owis 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; But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.—

To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:

There shalt thou find the mariners asleep

Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain
Being awake, enforce them to this place;

And presently, I prithee.

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 that a living prince
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee, and thy company, I bid

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,
The affliction of my mind amends, with which,

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 honour cannot

Be measur'd, or confin'd.

Gon.

Or be not, I'll not swear.

Whether this be,

You do yet taste

Pro.
Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you
Believe things certain :-Welcome, my friends all:-
But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,

[Aside to SEBAS. 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
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 beest Prospero,
Give us particulars of thy preservation:

How thou hast met us here, who three hours since
Were wrack'd upon this shore; where I have lost
(How sharp the point of this remembrance is!)
My dear son Ferdinand.

Pro.

I am woe for 't, sir.

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

You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace
For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid,

And rest myself content.

Alon.

You the like loss?

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. When did you lose your daughter?
Pro. In this last tempest. 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 justled from your senses, know for certain

That I am Prospero, and that very duke

Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely
Upon this shore, where you were wrack'd, was landed,
To be the lord on 't. No more yet of this;
For 't is 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.
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 dukedom.

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.

If this prove

Alon.
A vision of the island, one dear son

Shall I twice lose.

Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful:

I have curs'd them without cause. [FER. kneels to ALON. Now all the blessings

Alon.

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 play ? 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 is 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: she
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 second father
This lady makes him to me.

Alon.

I am hers: But O, how oddly will it sound that I Must ask my child forgiveness!

Pro.

Let us not burthen our remembrances with

A heaviness that's gone

Gon.

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 chalk'd forth the way

Which brought us hither!

Alon.

I say, amen, Gonzalo !

IV.

CONCLUSION OF ACT V.-PROSPERO speaks to the KING of NAPLES.

Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train,
To my poor cell: where you shall take your rest
For this one night; which (part of it) I'll waste
With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it
Go quick away: the story of my life,
And the particular accidents gone by,

Since I came to this isle: And in the morn
I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
Where I have hope to see the nuptial
Of these our dear-belov'd solemnized;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
Abon.
I long
To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.

Pro.

I'll deliver all;

And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sail so expeditious, that shall catch
Your royal fleet far off.-My Ariel;-chick,-
That is thy charge; then to the elements

Be free, and fare thou well!-[aside.] Please you, draw

near.

[Exeunt.