Some subtleties1 o' the Isle, that will not let you [aside to SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO. I'll tell no tales. SEB. PRO. The Devil speaks in him. [aside. No. For you, most wicked Sir, whom to call brother ALON. If thou be'st Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation: How thou hast met us here, who three hours since My dear son Ferdinand. PRO. 130 You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace, For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid, And rest myself content. PRO. As great to me as late; and supportable To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you; for I Have lost my daughter. O Heavens, that they were living both in Naples, Where my son lies. When did you lose your PRO. In this last Tempest. I perceive, these Lords 150 ACT V Sc. I ACT V That they devour their reason, and scarce think Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely Not a relation for a breakfast, nor Here PROSPERO discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess. MIRA. Sweet lord, you play me false. FER. I would not for the world. 160 170 No, my dear'st love, MIRA. Yes, for a score1 of kingdoms you should wrangle, And I would call it fair play. FER. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful: I have curs'd them without cause. ALON. [FERD. kneels to ALON. Now all the blessings 181 Of a glad father compass thee about! O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! ALON. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at play? Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us, And brought us thus together? FER. She Sir, she's mortal; 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 Where he himself was lost; Prospero his Dukedom, When no man was his own. 190 200 210 ACT V Sc. I ACT V Enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain O, look, Sir, look, Sir! here is more of us! I prophesied, if a gallows were on land, ARI. Have I done since I went. Sir, all this service [aside. My tricksy Spirit! 219 PRO. I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, PRO. Bravely, my Diligence! Thou shalt [aside. be free. ALON. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod, And there is in this business more than nature Was ever conduct of: some oracle Must rectify our knowledge. Do not infest your mind with beating on The strangeness of this business: at pick'd leisure, 230 240 Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you Set Caliban and his companions free: 250 [aside. Untie the spell. [Exit ARIEL.] How fares my gracious Sir? There are yet missing of your company Some few odd lads, that you remember not. Enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, STE. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man TRIN. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight. CAL. O Setebos, these be brave Spirits, indeed! How fine my master is! I am afraid He will chastise me. ANT. Very like: one of them Is a plain fish, and no doubt marketable. PRO. Mark but the badges of these men, my Lords, CAL. I shall be pinch'd to death. ALON. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? 261 270 279 ALON. And Trinculo is reeling ripe. Where should they ACT V Sc. I 1 beyond. |