By my so potent Art. But this rough Magick
I here abjure; and when I have requir'd
Some heav'nly Musick, which even now I do,
To work mine end upon their Senfes, that
This airy Charm is for, I'll break my Staff,
Bury it certain Fadoms in the Earth,
And deeper than did ever Plummet found
I'll drown my Book.

[Solemn Musick.

Here enters Ariel before; then Alonso with a frantick Gesture, attended by Gonzalo. Sebastian and Anthonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and Francifco. They all enter the Circle which Profpero had made, and there stand charm'd; which Prospero observing, Speaks:

A folemn Air, and the best Comforter
To an unfetled Fancy, cure thy Brains,
Now ufeless, boil within thy Skull; there stand,
For you are spell-stopt.

Holy Gonzalo, honourable Man,

Mine Eyes, even sociable to the shew of thine,
Fall fellowy Drops: The Charm dissolves apace,
And as the Morning steals upon the Night,
Melting the Darkness, so their rifing Senfes
Begin to chase the ignorant Fumes that mantle
Their clearer Reason. O good Gonzalo,
My true Preserver, and a loyal Sir

To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy Graces
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'tnow, 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 Shore,

That now lyes foul and muddy. Not one of them
That yet looks on me, or would know me; Aric,
Fetch me the Hat, and Rapier in my Cell;

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I will discafe me, and my felf prefent,
As I was sometime Millan: Quickly, Spirit;
Thou shalt e'er long be free.

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Ariel fings, and helps to attire him.

Where the Bee Sucks, there fuck I;

In a Cowslip's Bell I lye:

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There I crouch when Owls do cry.wo

On the Bat's Back I do fly

After Summer merrily.

Merrily, merrily shall I live now,

Under the Blossom that hangs on the Bow.

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 prethee.

Ari. I drink the Air before me, and return

Or e'er your Pulse twice beat.

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[Exit.

Gon. All Torment, Trouble, Wonder and Amazement

Inhabits here; some heav'nly Power guide us

Out of this fearful Country.

Pro. Behold, Sir King,

The wronged Duke of Millan, Prospero:
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. Where thou beest he or no,
Or fome inchanted 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
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 resign, and do intreat

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Thou pardon me my Wrongs; But how should Prospero

Be living, and be here?

Pro. First, noble Friend,

Let

Let me embrace thine Age, whose Honour cannot
Be measur'd, or confin'd.

Gon. Whether this be,

Or be not, I'll not swear.

Pro. You do yet rafte

Some Subtilties o'th' ifle, that will not let you
Believe things certain: Welcome, my Friends all;
But you, my brace of Lords, were I so minded,
I here could pluck his Highness Frown upon you,
And justifie you Traitors; at this time
I will tell no Tales.

Seb. The Devil speaks in him.
Pro. No!

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For you, most wicked Sir, whom to call Brother
Would even infet my Mouth, I do forgive
Thy rankeft Faults; 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 Prefervation,

How thou hast met us her, who three Hours since
Were wrackt upon this Shore? where I have loft,
(How sharp the Hoint of this Remembrance is!)
My dear Son Ferdinand.

Pro. I am wo for't, Sir.

Alon. Irreparable is the Lofs, and Patience

Says, it is paft her Cure.

Pro. I rather think

You have not fought her Help, of whose soft Grace,

For the like Loss, I have her Sovereign Aid,

And rest my feif content..

Alon. You the like Lofs ?

Pro. As great to me, as late, and insupportable 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?

Oh Heavens! that they were living both in Naples,

The King and Queen there; that they were, I with

My felf were mudded in that Oozy Bed

Where my Son lyes. When did you lose your Daughter?

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Pro.

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 howsoever you have
Been justled from your Senses, know for certain
That I am Profpero, and that very Duke
Which was thruft out of Millan; who most strangely
Upon 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 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.

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Here Profpero discovers Ferdinand and Miranda playing

at Chefs.

Mira. Sweet Lord, you play me false.

Fer. No, my dearest Love,

I would not for the World.

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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 Son

Shall I twice lofe.

Seb. A most high Miracle..

Fer. Though the Seas threaten, they are merciful:

I have curs'd them without Cause.

Alon. Now all the Blessings

Of a glad Father compass thee about;

Arife, and fay how thou cam'ft here.

Mira. O! Wonder!

How many goodly Creaures are there here?

How beauteous Mankind is! O brave new World,

That has fuch People in't,

Pro. 'Tis new to thee,

Alen.

Alon. What is this Maid, with whom thou wast at play?
Your eld'st Acquaintance cannot be three Hours:
Is the 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 Millan,
Of whom so often I have heard Renown,
But never faw 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 odly will it found, that I
Muft ask my Child Forgiveness ?

Pro. There, Sir, stop;

Let us not burthen our Remembrances with

An Heaviness that's gone.

Gon. I have inly wept,

Or should have spoke e'er 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 Millan thrust from Millan, that his Issue
Should become Kings of Naples? O rejoyce
Beyond a common Joy, and set it down
With Gold on lafting 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, our selves,

When no Man was his own.

Alon. Give me your Hands:

Let Grief and Sorrow still embrace his Heart,

That doth not wish you Joy.

Gon. Be it fo, Amen.

Enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following.

O look Sir, look, here is more of us!

I prophefy'd, if a Gallows were on Land