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Rh 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 ſhore That now ly foule, and muddy: not one of them That yet lookes on me, or would know me: Ariell, Fetch me the Hat, and Rapier in my Cell, I will diſcaſe me, and my ſelfe preſent As 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 flie after 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 miſſe Thee, but yet thou ſhalt haue freedome: ſo, ſo, ſo. To the Kings ſhip, inuiſible as thou art, There ſhalt thou finde the Marriners aſleepe Vnder the Hatches: the Maſter and the Boat-ſwaine Being awake, enforce them to this place; And preſently, I pre'thee.

Ar. I drinke the aire before me, and returne Or ere your pulſe twice beate.

Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Inhabits heere: ſome heauenly power guide vs Out of this fearefull Country.

Pro. Behold Sir King The wronged Duke of Millaine, Proſpero: For more aſſurance that a liuing Prince Do's now ſpeake to thee, I embrace thy body, And to thee, and thy Company, I bid A hearty welcome.

Alo. Where thou bee'ſt he or no, Or ſome inchanted trifle to abuſe me, (As late I haue beene) I not know: thy Pulſe Beats as of fleſh, and blood: and ſince I ſaw thee, Th’affliction of my minde amends, with which I feare a madneſſe held me: this muſt craue (And if this be at all) a moft ſtrange ſtory. Thy Dukedome I reſigne, and doe entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs: But how ſhold Proſpero Be living, and be heere?

Pro. Firſt, noble Frend, Let me embrace thine age, whoſe honor cannot Be meaſur'd, or confin'd.

Gonz. Whether this be, Or be not, I'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 brother Would euen infect my mouth, I do forgiue Thy rankeſt fault; all of them: and require My Dukedome of thee, which, perforce I know Thou muſt reſtore.

Alo. If thou beeſt Proſpero Giue vs particulars of thy preſeruation, How thou haſt met vs heere, whom three howres ſince Were 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 patience Saies, it is paſt her cure.

Pro. I rather thinke You haue not ſought her helpe, of whoſe ſoft grace For the like loſſe, I haue her ſoueraigne aid, And reſt my ſelfe content.

Alo. You the like lofſe?

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 living both in Nalpes The 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 Tempeft. I perceiue theſe Lords At this encounter doe ſo much admire, That they deuoure their reafon, and ſcarce thinke Their eies doe offices of Truth: Their words Are naturall breach: but howſoeu'r you have 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, play- ing 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 And I would call it faire play.

Alo. If this proue A viſion of the Iſland,one deere Sonne Shall 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 bleſſings Of 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 That