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 since you've 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.

SCENE IV.

Here Profpero discovers Ferdinand and Miranda playing at chefs.

Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.

Fer. No, my dear love,

I would not for the world.

Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,

And I would call it fair play.

Alon. If this prove

A vision of the island, one dear fon

Shall I twice lofe.

Seb. A most high miracle!

Fer. Though the feas threaten, they are merciful:

I've curs'd them without cause.

Alon. Now all the blessings

Of a glad father compass thee about!

Arife, 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 fuch 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 fever'd us,

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And

But oh! how odly will it found, that I

Must ask my child forgiveness ?

Pro. There, fir, stop;

Let us not burthen our remembrance with

An heaviness that's gone.

Gon. I've 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 fet it down
In 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 ifle; and all of us, ourselves,
When no man was his own.

Alon. Give me your hands:

[To Ferd. and Miranda.

Let grief and forrow still embrace his heart,

That doth not wish you joy!

Gon. Be't so, amen!

SCENE SCENE V.

Enter Ariel, with the master and boatswain amazedly following.

O look, fır, look, fir, here are more of us!
I prophesy'd, if a gallows were on land
This fellow could not drown. Now, blafphemy!
That swar'st grace o'er-board, not an oath on shore?
Hast 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 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 fea.

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

Pro. My tricksey spirit!

Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen
From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?
Boats. If I did think, fir, I were well awake,

I'd strive to tell you. We were dead a-fleep,
And, how we know not, all clapt under hatches;
where but ev'n now with strange and sev'ral noises
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains,
And more diversity of founds, 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,
Ev'n in a dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.

Ari. Was't well done?

Pro. Bravely, my diligence; thou shalt 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.

Pro. Sir, my liege,

Do not infest your mind with beating on

The strangeness of this business; at pickt leifure,

Which shall be shortly, fingle I'll refolve you,
Which to you shall seem probable, of every

These happen'd accidents; 'till when, be chearful,
And think of each thing well. Come hither, spirit;
Set Caliban and his companions free:

Untie the spell. How fares my gracious fir?
There are yet missing of your company

Some few odd lads, that you remember not.

SCENE VI.

Enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and 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 fight.

Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed!

How fine my master is! I am afraid,

He will chastise me.

Seb. Ha, ha; what things are these, my lord Anthonio?

Will money buy 'em ?

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 say, if they be true: this mif-shap'd 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:
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

Must know, and own, this thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.

Cal. I shall be pincht to death.

Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
Seb. He is drunk now: but how? where had he wine?

Alon. And Trinculo is reeling-ripe; where should they

Find this grand 'lixir that hath gilded 'em?

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 ne'er 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 cramp.

Pro. You'd be

King o'th' ifle, firrah?

Ste. I should have been a fore one.

Alon. This is a strange thing as I ever look'd on.
Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners

As in his shape: go, firrah, to my cell;
Take with you your companions; as you look
To have my pardon, trim it handsomly.

Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wife hereafter,

And feek for grace. What a thrice double ass

Was I to take this drunkard for a god?

And worship this dull fool?

Pro. Go to, away!

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Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.

Seb. Or stole it, rather.

Po. 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 fuch discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it

Go quick away; the story of my life,

And the particular accidents gone by