Mine eyes, even fociable to th' fhew of thine,
Fall fellow-drops.-The charm diffolves apace;
And as the morning fteals upon the night,

• Melting the darkness; fo their rifing fenfes
Begin to chafe the ign'ränt fumes, that mantle
Their clearer reafon.' O my good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal Sir

To him thou follow'ft; I will pay thy graces
Home both in word and deed.Moft cruelly
Didft thou, Alonzo, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;

Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebaftian, flesh and blood.
You brother mine, that entertain’d ambition,
Expell'd remorfe and nature; who with Sebaftian
(Whofe inward pinches therefore are most strong)
Would here have kill'd your King; I do forgive thee,
Unnat❜ral though thou art. "Their understanding
"Begins to fwell, and the approaching tide
"Will fhortly fill the reasonable shore,

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

I will dif-cafe me, and myself present,

[Exit Ariel, and returns immediately. As I was fometime Milan: quickly, Spirit; Thou fhalt e'er long be free.

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8

Ariel fings, and helps to attire him.

Where the bee fucks, there fuck I;
In a cowflip's bell I lie:

*ign'rant fumes, ] Ignorant, for hurtful to reafon.

8 Where the bee fucks, there fuck I;] Mr. Theobald tells us, he has here ventured to vary from the printed Copies, and read lurk 1: Becaufe a Spirit cannot be intended, as he expreffes it, to want food. How Shakespear, or any other good Metaphyfician would have intended to fupport thefe Spirits, had they been of their own making, I do not know: But the people who gave them birth brought them up to good eating and drinking.

There

There I couch, when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly,
After Summer, merrily.

Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,

Under the bloffom, that hangs on the bough.

Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I fhall miss thee; But yet thou shalt have freedom. So, fo, fo, To the King's fhip, invifible as thou art; There fhalt thou find the mariners asleep Under the hatches; the mafter and the boatfwain, Being awake, enforce them to this place;

And prefently, I pr'ythee.

Ari. I drink the air before me, and return

Or e'er your pulse twice beat.

[Exit.

Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Inhabits here; fome heav'nly power guide us Out of this fearful country!

9 After Summer, merrily.] This is the reading of all the Editions. Yet Mr. Theobald has fubftituted Sun-fet, because Ariel talks of riding on the Bat in this expedition. An idle fancy. That circumftance is given only to defign the time of night in which fairies travel. One would think the confideration of the circumftances fhould have fet him right. Ariel was a fpirit of great delicacy, bound by the charms of Profpero, to a conftant attendance on his occafions. So that he was confined to the Ifland Winter and Summer. But the roughness of Winter is represented by Shakespear as difagreeable to fairies, and fuch like delicate fpirits, who on this account conftantly follow Summer. Was not this then the most agreeable circumftance of Ariel's new recover'd liberty, that he could now avoid Winter, and follow Summer quite round the Globe. But to put the matter out of question, let us confider the meaning of this line.

There I couch, when Owls do cry.

Where? in the Cowflip's bell, and where the Bee fucks, he tells us: this muft needs be in Summer. When? when Owls cry, and this is in Winter. When blood is nipt, and ways be foul,

Then nightly fings the flaring owl.

The Song of Winter in Love's Labour Loft. The confequence is, that Ariel flies After-Summer. Yet the Oxford Editor has adopted this judicious emendation of Mr. Theobald.

Pro.

Pro. Behold, Sir King,

The wronged Duke of Milan, Profpero:
For more affurance 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. Be'ft thou he or no,

Or fome inchanted trifle to abuse me,

As late I have been, I not know; thy pulfe
Beats, as of flesh and blood; and fince I faw thee,
Th' affliction of my mind amends, with which,
I fear, a madness held me; this must crave
(And if this be at all) a most strange story:
Thy Dukedom I refign, and do intreat,

Thou pardon me my wrongs; but how should Profpero
Be living, and be here?

Pro. First, noble friend,

Let me embrace thine age, whofe honour cannot
Be measur'd or confin'd.

Gon. Whether this be,
Or be not, I'll not fwear.
Pro. You do yet taste

Some fubtilties o' th' ifle, that will not let you
Believe things certain: welcome, my friends all.
But you, my brace of lords, were I fo minded,
I here could pluck his Highness' frown upon you,
And justify you traitors; at this time

I'll tell no tales.

Seb. The devil fpeaks in him.

Pro. No:

For you, most wicked Sir, whom to call brother
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Thy rankest faults; all of them; and require
My Dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,
Thou must restore.

Alon. If thou be'ft Profpero,

Give us particulars of thy prefervation,

How

How thou haft met us here, who three hours fince
Were wreckt upon this fhore; where I have loft
(How fharp the point of this remembrance is!)
My dear fon Ferdinand.

Pro. I'm woe for't, Sir.

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

Pro. I rather think,

You have not fought her help; of whofe foft grace, For the like lofs, I have her fov'reign aid,

And reft myself content.

Alon. You the like lofs?

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

Alon. A daughter?

O heav'ns! 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 fon lies. When did you lofe your daughter?-
Pro. In this laft tempeft. I perceive, these lords
At this encounter do fo much admire,

That they devour their reafon; and fcarce think,
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath: but howfoe'er you have
Been juftled from your fenfes, know for certain,
That I am Profp'ro, and that very Duke

Which was thruft forth of Milan; who most strangely
Upon this fhore, where you were wreckt, was landed
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 firft meeting. Welcome, Sir;
This cell's my court; here have I few attendants,
And fubjects none abroad; pray you, look in
My Dukedom fince you've given me again,
G

VOL. I.

I will

I will requite you with as good a thing;
At least, bring forth a wonder to content ye,
As much as me my Dukedom.

Opens to the Entrance of the Cell.

Here Profpero difcovers Ferdinand and Miranda playing

Mira.

SWE

at Chefs.

WEET lord, you play me false.
Fer. No, my dear love,

I would not for the world.

Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you

wrangle,

Shall I twice lofe.

Seb. A moft high miracle!

fhould

Fer. Though the feas threaten, they are merciful: I've curs'd them without cause.

Alon. Now all the bleffings

Of a glad Father compass thee about!

Arife, and fay how thou cam'ft here.

Mira. O! wonder!

[Ferd. kneels.

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 waft at
play ?

Your eld❜ft acquaintance cannot be three hours:
Is the the goddess that hath fever'd us,

1 Yes, for a Score of Kingdoms] i. e. If the fubject or bet were Kingdoms: Score here not fignifying the number twenty, but

account.

And