From eaves of reeds:1 your charm so strongly works || Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter. them, That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Dost thou think so, spirit? Yet with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, I'll fetch them, sir. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, Is to make midnight-mushrooms; that rejoice forth that Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;- You brother mine, that entertain❜d ambition, [Exit Ariel. Ariel re-enters, singing, and helps to attire Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.— Ari. I drink the air before me, and return [Exit Ariel. Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amaze ment Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us Pro. Behold, sir king, Alon. Whe'r thou beest he, or no, Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, By my so potent art: But this rough magic A solemn air, and the best comforter Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces (1) Thatch. (2) Pity, or tenderness of heart. (An if this be at all) a most strange story. Be living, and be here? Pro. First, noble friend, Gon. Or be not, I'll not swear. Whether this be, Pro. all: But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, And justify you traitors; at this time I'll tell no tales. Seb. The devil speaks in him. [Aside. 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 wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost, How sharp the point of this remembrance is! My dear son Ferdinand. A daughter? O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; Not a relation for a breakfast, nor The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers I would not for the world. 'Tis new to thee. Pro. Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: Fer. Alon. Pro. There, sir, stop: Let us not burden our remembrances With a heaviness that's gone. I have inly wept, Gon. 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 Should become king of Naples? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy; and set it down With gold on lasting 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, ourselves, When no man was his own.3 Alon. Give me your hands: [To Fer. and Mira. Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, That doth not wish you joy! Gon. Be't so! Amen! Re-enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following. O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us! I prophesied, if a gallows were on land, This fellow could not drown :-Now, blasphemy, That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore? Fer-Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news? Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found Our king and company: the next our ship,Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split,Is tight and yare,4 and bravely rigg'd, as when We first put out to sea. No, my dearest love, 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 Seb. A most high miracle! Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful; I have curs'd them without cause. [Ferd. kneels to Alcn. Now all the blessings Alon. Of a glad father compass thee about! (2) Bearable. (1) Sorry. Pro. Sir, my liege, Do not infest your mind with beating on The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure, Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you (Which to you shall seem probable,) of every These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful, And think of each thing well.—Come hither, spirit; [Aside. Set Caliban and his companions free : There are yet missing of your company What things are these, my lord Antonio? Ant. Then say, if they be true:2-This mis-shapen knave, His mother was a witch; and one so strong That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs, And deal in her command, without her power: These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil (For he's a bastard one,) had plotted with them (2) Honest. (1) Conductor. To take my life: two of these fellows you Find this grand liquor, that hath gilded them?--- Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing. Seb. Why, how now, Stephano? Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp. Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd on. [Pointing to Caliban. Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, As in his shape :—Go, sírrah, to my cell; Take with you your companions; as you look To have my pardon, trim it handsomely. Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, Pro. [Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trin. Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd; To hear the story of your life, which must long Pro. I'll deliver all; And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales. And sail so expeditious, that shall catch Your royal fleet far off.-My Ariel;—chick,— That is thy charge; then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well!-[aside.] Please you draw near. [Exeunt. 26 EPILOGUE. Spoken by Prospero. NOW my charms are all o'erthrown, TEMPEST. Which pierces so, that it assaults As you from crimes would pardon'd be, It is observed of The Tempest, that its plan is re gular; this the author of The Revisal thinks, what I think too, an accidental effect of the story, not intended or regarded by our author. But, whatever might be Shakspeare's intention in forming or adopting the plot, he has made it instrumental to the production of many characters, diversified with boundless invention, and preserved with profound skill in nature, extensive knowledge of opinions, and accurate observation of life. In a single drama are here exhibited princes, courtiers, and sailors, all speaking in their real characters. There is the agency of airy spirits, and of an earthly goblin; the tions of magic, the tumults of a storm, the advenoperatures of a desert island, the native effusion of untaught affection, the punishment of guilt, and the (1) Applause: noise was supposed to dissolve a and reason are equally interested. final happiness of the pair for whom our passions spell. JOHNSON. Valentine. Enter ger, If ever danger do environ thee, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont. Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love. For he was more than over shoes in love. Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, And yet you never swam the Hellespont. Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots.1 If lost, why then a grievous labour won; Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. prove. Pro. "Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love. Val. Love is your master, for he masters you: And he that is so yoked by a fool, Methinks should not be chronicled for wise. Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud The eating canker dwells, so eating love Inhabits in the finest wits of all. Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud, Even so by love the young and tender wit Losing his verdure even in the prime, And all the fair effects of future hopes. But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee, That art a votary to fond desire? Once more adieu: my father at the road Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd. Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our |