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The Tempest.
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Did thou Alonso, vse me, and my daughter: Thy brother was a furtherer in the Act, Thou art pinch'd for't now Sebastian. Flesh, and bloud, You, brother mine, that entertaine ambition, Expelld remorse, and nature, whom, with Sebastian(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong) Would heere haue kill'd your King: I do forgiue thee, Vnnaturall though thou art: Their vnderstanding Begins to swell, and the approching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shoreThat now ly foule, and muddy: not one of them That yet lookes on me, or would know me: Ariel!, Fetch me the Hat, and Rapier in my Cell,I will disease me, and my selfe presentAs I was sometime Millaine: quickly Spirit, Thou shalt ere long be free.
Ariell sings, and helps to attire him. Where the Bee sucks, there suck I, In a Cowslips bell, I lie, There I cowch when Owles doe crie, On the Batts backe I doe flieafter Sommer merrily. Merrily, merrily, shall I liue now,Vnder the blossom that hangs on the Bow.
Pro.Why that's my dainty Ariell: I shall misseThee, but yet thou shalt haue freedome: so, so, so.To the Kings ship, inuisible as thou art,There shalt thou finde the Marriners asleepeVnder the Hatches: the Master and the Boat-swaineBeing awake, enforce them to this place;And presently, I pre'thee.
Ar.I drinke the aire before me, and returneExit.Or ere your pulse twice beate.
Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazementInhabits heere: some heauenly power guide vsOut of this fearefull Country.
Pro.Behold Sir KingThe wronged Duke of Millaine, Prospero:For more assurance that a liuing PrinceDo's now speake to thee, I embrace thy body,And to thee, and thy Company, I bidA hearty welcome.
Alo.Where thou bee'st he or no,Or some inchanted triflle to abuse me,(As late I haue beene) I not know: thy PulseBeats as of flesh, and blood: and since I saw thee,Th'affliction of my minde amends, with whichI feare a madnesse held me: this must craue(And if this be at all) a most strange story.Thy Dukedome I resigne, and doe entreatThou pardon me my wrongs: But how shold ProsperoBe liuing, and be heere?
Pre.First, noble Frend,Let me embrace thine age, whose honor cannotBe measur'd, or confin'd.
Gonz.Whether this be,Or be not, l'le not sweare.
Pro.You doe yet taste Some subtleties o'th'Isle, that will nor let you Beleeue things certaine: Wellcome, my friends all, But you, my brace of Lords, were I so minded I heere could plucke his Highnesse frowne vpon you And iustifie you Traitors: at this time I will tell no tales.
Seb.The Diuell speakes in him:
Pro.No:
For you (most wicked Sir) whom to call brotherWould euen infect my mouth, I do forgiueThy rankest fault; all of them: and requireMy Dukedome of thee, which, perforce I knowThou must restore.
Alo.If thou beest ProsperoGiue vs particulars of thy preseruation,How thou hast met vs heere, whom three howres sinceWere wrackt vpon this shore? where I haue lost(How sharp the point of this remembrance is)My deere sonne Ferdinand.
Pro.I am woe for't, Sir.
Alo.Irreparable is the losse, and patienceSaies, it is past her cure.
Pro.I rather thinkeYou haue not sought her helpe, of whose soft graceFor the like losse, I haue her soueraigne aid,And rest my selfe content.
Alo.You the like losse?
Pro.As great to me, as late, and supportable To make the deere losse, haue I meanes much weaker Then you may call to comfort you; for I Haue lost my daughter.
Alo.A daughter? Oh heauens, that they were liuing both in NalpesThe King and Queene there, that they were, I wish My selfe were mudded in that oo-zie bed Where my sonne lies: when did you lose your daughter?
Pro.In this last Tempest. I perceiue these Lords At this encounter doe so much admire, That they deuoure their reason, and scarce thinke Their eies doe offices of Truth: Their words Are naturall breath: but howsoeu'r you haue Beene iustled from your sences, know for certain That I am Prospero, and that very Duke Which was thrust forth of Millaine, who most strangely Vpon this shore (where you were wrackt) 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 break-fast, nor Befitting this first meeting: Welcome, Sir; This Cell's my Court: heere haue I few attendants, And Subiects none abroad: pray you looke in: My Dukedome since you haue giuen me againe, I will requite you with as good a thing, At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye As much, as me my Dukedome.
Here Prospero discouers Ferdinand and Miranda, playing at Chesse.
Mir.Sweet Lord, you play me false.
Fer.No my dearest loue, I would not for the world.
Mir.Yes, for a score of Kingdomes, you should wrangle,And I would call it faire play.
Alo.If this proueA vision of the Island, one deere SonneShall I twice loose.
Seb.A most high miracle.
Fer.Though the Seas threaten they are mercifull,I haue curs'd them without cause.
Alo.Now all the blessingsOf a glad father, compasse thee about:Arise, and say how thou cam'st heere.
Mir.O wonder!How many goodly creatures are there heere?How beauteous mankinde is? O braue new world
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