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The Tempest, V. i

Be measur'd, or confin'd.

Gon. Whether this be,

Or be not, I’ll not swear.

Pro. You do yet taste

Some subtleties o' the isle, that will not let you

Believe things certain—Welcome! my friends all:—

[''Aside to Seb. and Ant''.] But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,

I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you,

And justify you traitors: at this time

I will tell no tales.

Seb. [Aside.] The devil speaks in him.

Pro. No.

For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother

Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive

Thy rankest fault; 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 preservation;

How thou hast met us here, who three hours since

Were wrack'd upon this shore; where I have lost,—

How sharp the point of this remembrance is!—

My dear son Ferdinand.

Pro. I am woe for 't, sir.

Alon. Irreparable is the loss, and patience

Says it is past her cure.

Pro. I rather think

You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace,

For the like loss I have her sovereign aid,

And rest myself content.

Alon. You the like loss!

 124 subtleties: illusions

128 justify: prove

