Some heavenly music (which even now I do,) [Solemn Music. Re-enter ARIEL: after him, ALONSO, with a frantic A solemn air, and the best comforter Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and blood, Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them, [Exit Ariel. I will dis-case me, and myself present, As I was soinetime Milan:-quickly, spirit; ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire PROSPERO. Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck 1; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. 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, Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain, And presently, I pr'ythee. 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. For more assurance that a living prince Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body; 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, (An if this be at all) a most strange story. Thou pardon me my wrongs: But how should Prospero 90534 You do yet taste you Some subtilties o'the isle, that will not let [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. [Aside. No; For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Alon. If thou beest Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation; How thou hast met us here, who three hours since Pro. I am woe for't, sir. Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience Says, it is past her cure. I rather think Pro. Alon. You the like loss? grace, Pro. As great to me, as late; and, portable Have lost my daughter. Alon. A daughter? O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? That they devour their reason; and scarce think Been justled from your senses, know for certain, Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir; The Entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers FERDI- Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false. Fer. I would not for the world. Mira. Yes, for a score of And I would call it fair play. Alon. No, my dearest love, [wrangle, kingdoms you should If this prove A vision of the island, one dear son Seb. A most high miracle! Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful; I have curs'd them without cause. [Ferd. kneels to Alon. Now all the blessings Alon. Arise, and say how thou cam'st here. Mira. O! wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! 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. Alon. I am hers: But O, how oddly will it sound, that I Must ask my child forgiveness! Pro. There, sir, stop: Let us not burden our remembrances I have inly wept, Gon. 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 king of Naples? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy; and set 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 isle; and all of us, ourselves, When no man was his own. |