By my fo potent Art. But this rough Magick
I here abjure; and when I have requir'd
Some heav'nly Mufick, which even now I do,
To work mine end upon their Senses, 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 Mufick

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

A folemn Air, and the best Comforter

To an unfetled Fancy, cure thy Brains,

Now useless, boil within thy Skull; there ftand,
For you are spell-ftopt.

Holy Gonzalo, honourable Man,

apace,

Mine Eyes, even fociable to the fhew of thine,
Fall fellowly Drops: The Charm diffolves
And as the Morning fteals upon the Night,
Melting the Darkness, fo their rifing Senfes
Begin to chafe the ignorant Fumes that mantle
Their clearer Reafon. O good Gonzalo,
My true Preferver, and a loyal Sir

To him thou follow'ft; I will pay thy Graces
Home both in Word and Deed. Moft cruelly
Didft thou, Alonso, ufe me, and my Daughter:
Thy Brother was a Furtherer in the A&t;

Thou art pinch'd for't now, Sebaftian. Flesh and Blood,
You, Brother mine, that entertain❜d Ambition,
Expell'd Remorfe and Nature, who with Sebastian,
Whofe 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 fwell, 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; Ariel,
Fetch me the Hat, and Rapier in my Cell;

I will difcafe me, and my felf present,
As I was fometime Millan: Quickly, Spirit;
Thou shalt e'er long be free.

Ariel fings, and helps to attire him.
Where the Bee fucks, there fuck I;
In a Cowflip's Bell I lye:
There I crouch when Owls do cry.
On the Bat's Back I do fly
After Summer merrily.

Merrily, merrily fhall I live now,

Under the Bloffom that hangs on the Bow.

Pro. Why that's my dainty Ariel; I fhall mifs thee; But yet thou shalt have Freedom. So, fo, fo.

To the King's Ship, invifible as thou art;

There shalt thou find the Mariners asleep

Under the Hatches; the Mafter and the Boatfwain,
Being awake, enforce them to this Place,

And prefently, I prethee.

Ari. I drink the Air before me, and return

Or e'er your Pulfe twice beat.

[Exit.

Gon. All Torment, Trouble, Wonder and Amazement

Inhabits here; fome heav'nly Power guide us

Out of this fearful Country.

Pro. Behold, Sir King,

The wronged Duke of Millan, Profpero:
For more Affurance that a living Prince
Does now fpeak to thee, I embrace thy Body,
And to thee, and thy Company, I bid
A hearty Welcome.

Alon. Where thou beeft 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 moft ftrange Story:
Thy Dukedom I refign, and do intreat

Thou pardon me my Wrongs: But how fhould Profpero
Be living, and be here?

Pro. Firft, noble Friend,

Let

Let me embrace thine Age, whofe Honour cannot

Be meafur'd, or confin'd.

Gon. Whether this be,

Or be not, I'll not fwear.

Pro. You do yet tafte

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 fo minded,
I here could pluck his Highnefs Frown upon you,
And juftifie you Traitors; at this time

I will tell no Tales.

Seb. The Devil speaks in him.

Pro. No!

For you, moft wicked Sir, whom to call Brother
Would even infect 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 beeft Profpero,

Give us Particulars of thy Preservation,

How thou haft met us here, who three Hours fince
Were wrackt upon this Shore? where I have loft,
(How fharp the Point 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 past her Cure.

Pro. I rather think

You have not fought her Help, of whofe foft Grace,
For the like Lofs, I have her foveraign Aid,

And reft my felf content.

Alon. You the like Lofs?

Pro. As great to me, as late, and infupportable

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 wish
My felf were mudded in that Oozy Bed

Where my Son lyes. When did you lofe

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your Daughter?

Pro.

Pro. In this laft Tempeft. I perceive these Lords 'At this Encounter do fo much admire,

That they devour their Reason, and scarce think
Their Eyes do Offices of Truth, their Words
Are natural Breath; but howfoever you have
Been juftled from your Senfes, know for certain
That I am Profpero, and that very Duke

Which was thrust forth of Millan; who moft ftrangely
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 firft Meeting. Welcome, Sir;
This Cell's my Court; here have I few Attendants,
And Subjects none abroad; pray you look in;
My Dukedom fince you have given me again,
I will requite you with as good a thing,
At leaft, bring forth a Wonder, to content ye,
As much as me my Dukedom.

Here Profpero discovers Ferdinand and Miranda playing
at Chefs.

Mira. Sweet Lord, you play me false.

Fer. No, my deareft Love,

I would not for the World.

Mira. Yes, for a fcore of Kingdoms you should wrangle, And I would call it fair Play,

Alon. If this prove

A Vifion of the Ifland, one dear Son

Shall I twice lofe.

Seb. A moft high Miracle.

Fer. Though the Seas threaten, they are merciful; I have curs'd them without Cause.

Alon. Now all the Bleffings

Of a glad Father compafs thee about;

Arife, and fay how thou cam'ft 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.

Pre. 'Tis new to thee,

Alon

"

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,

And brought us thus together?

Fer. Sir, fhe 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 fecond Life; and fecond 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, ftop;

Let us not burthen our Remembrances with

An Heaviness that's gone.

Gon. I have inly wept,

Or fhould have fpoke 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 fay Amen, Gonzalo.

Gon. Was Millan thrust from Millan, that his Iffue Should become Kings of Naples? O rejoyce

Beyond a common Joy, and fet 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 loft; Profpero, his Dukedom,
In a poor Ifle; and all of us, our felves,

When no Man was his own.

Alon. Give me your Hands:

Let Grief and Sorrow ftill embrace his Heart,

That doth not wish you Joy.

Gon. Be it fo, Amen.

Enter Ariel, with the Mafter and Boatswain amazedly following.

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

1 prophefy'd, if a Gallows were on Land