Alo. (miserably.)
Was ever monarch so much out of luck?

Gon.
My liege, do, pray, keep up the royal pluck.

Alo.
Silence, thou idiot!

Gon.
Sire, I thought—

Alo.
You lie!
You can't think!

Gon.
Sire!

Alo.
I say you can't—don't try.

Gon.
Great Monarch!

Alo.
Silence, dog! speak if you dare!

Gon.
My liege, I'm dumb—

Alo.
You're not!—I wish you were.

Gon.
I mean!—

Alo.
You don't!

Gon.
That is—

Alo.
It isn't, slave! [Recollecting himself, and suddenly becoming miserable.
But oh! my son, beneath this sad sea wave.
'Twould break a heart—though tough as India rubber.
Thy loss has made me wail and made me blubber.

SONG. Tune—“All round my Hat.”
All round my hat,
  I'll wear some crape—I will, oh!
All round my hat—
  If there's any to be had.
And if any one should ask me
  The reason why I wear it,
I'll tell 'em 'tis because I am
  In mourning for my lad.
Oh! dearly has he paid for the
  Contempt with which he treated
My counsels and advice.
  So judicious and so sound
He said it seemed so fast
  On the bowsprit to be seated;
And so he sat there till he tumbled
  Over and was drowned. Gonzalo and Lords sing chorus
All round my hat, &c.
All round his hat, &c. Gon. (commences a second time alone)
—All round his hat.

Alo. (striking him with umbrella.)
Silence! be quiet, who told you to sing?

Gon.
Great Monarch!

Alo.
Silence!

Gon.
High and mighty King,
Let me but speak, I pray, by all that's reasonable.

Alo.
I shan't! “advised and open speaking's” treasonable. (recollecting himself.)
But there again, my son, I'd near forgot—
How dare you talk, sir, when I told you not?
Will you intrude your stupid observations,
To interrupt our royal lamentations?

SONG. Tune—“Jeannette and Jeannot.”
We are going the wrong way, any wager I will bet;
There's no chance left to save him now, he must be very wet,
All our arts would fail to cure him if his body e'en we'd got,
Hot blankets, rum, or brandy, or, what's the same, gin-hot.
Oh! if I had now the chance, I'd know better than to roam,
I'd have no flighty trips abroad, I'd keep my court at home;
All the world I'd freely give—all my kingly pomp and might,
If I at my unhappy boy could only take a sight.

  Oh woe! woe! woe!

Gon.
Gee woa! great King, pull up.

Alo.
The Prince of Naples drowned like any pup!
The Heir Apparent from a parent stole!
A prey to pikes—no bell to pay the toll!
No friends to mourn him! oh, my fate is sad!
I mourn, alas—ee'n while I mourn a lad. [As if struck with a sudden idea.
Stay, I'll go mad, and tear my hair and scold,
And rave, and dance, and sing “Poor Tom's a-cold!” [Dances about the stage making faces.
Hurrah! I'm mad.

Gon.
Your majesty, alack!
What means this change?

Alo.
Hush! I'm the maniac! [Music from Russell's “Maniac.”

Alonzo (while dancing about.) Tune—“I see her Dancing,” &c. from the “Maniac.”
I see him o'er the billows sprawl,
I see him—no, I don't at all.
  Tiddee-um-tum, &c. [Keeps dancing to chorus. Gonzalo following him round the stage.

Gon.
Ow! if you please your Majesty, now don't—
Be quiet, do.

Alo.
I can't.

Gon.
Oh! try.

Alo.
I won't. [Resumes chorus, and finishes by falling into Gonzalo's arms.

Gon. (crying.)
Oh! Here's a pickle! here's a mess. Oh dear!
Can no one help me? Enter Ariel, L.

Ari.
I can.

Alo. (becoming collected.)
Ah! what's here?

Ari. (presenting card.)
F. M. the Duke of this Enchanted Isle
Presents his compliments, and prays you'll smile
On his request. F. M. the Duke solicits
Your Majesty to honor him with visits
During your stay upon this humble shore.
F. M. the Duke “at home” this day at four.

Alo.
A friendly invitation? Come, that's pleasant;
Well, we'll postpone our madness for the present.
We'll grant the favour that your master begs;
'Neath his mahogany we'll stretch our legs.

Ari.
Great King, your condescension does me proud,
I'll show you thither, if I be allowed.

Alo.
Go on, I follow; is the dwelling nigh?

Ari.
'Tis a close cell, which you will find close by. [Exeunt omnes, L. Ariel leading the way. Scene opens, and discovers Scene the Last.—The interior of Prospero's cell, rocks hung all around with lamps, &c. Conjuror's apparatus hanging up, and placed about the stage; a table C. with cups and balls, &c. Prospero seated, dressed in full wizard's costume à la Mons. Phillippe. Fairies in attendance. Incantation music from “Macbeth.”

Pro.
Now, Prosper' you are bless'd as folks can wish you,
For all your schemes approach a happy issue!
My children, soon by ye shall be enjoyed
Bliss, which shall seem, by contrast, unalloyed.
As to the sickly child of tender years,
The lump of sugar doubly sweet appears,
After the nauseous taste its mouth late bore,
Caused by the hated “mixture as before.”
But time gets on. What ho! who waits without? Enter Ariel, L.

Ari.
'Tis I, my lord, the early—

Pro.
Silence, lout!
That poor old joke—would you ill-treat it so?
Where are the visitors?

Ari.
They are all below.

Pro.
What! waiting? out, you ill-conditioned pup!
Don't you make game of them, but show them up. [Exit Ariel..
He comes! Down, throbbing heart! [Enter Ariel, ushering in Alonzo, Gonzalo, Lords, Courtiers, &c.
My liege, most welcome!
That you should thus unto my humble cell come,
I deem an honour—

Alo.
Do you now, that's kind? (Aside.)
'Tisn't his honours, but his tricks we'd mind.

Pro.
Pray, sirs, be seated. [Fairies set chairs for King and Lords.

Alo.
Um! This chair, mayhap,
May prove to be some vile enchanted trap;
But we'll be down upon it (sits L.) never fear [they all sit.

Pro.
As I before remarked, your coming here
I deem an honour—

Alo.
That you said before;
P'raps you'll oblige us now with something more.

Pro.
I will. According to Dame Rumour's tales,
You've been a sufferer by the recent gales.

Alo.
Yes, like cheap drapers we might advertise
“Great loss by shipwreck—fearful sacrifice;”
Our newest steamer and our oldest son
For shots to Davy's locker both are gone.

Pro.
Be not too sure. They may be in existence;
And p'raps my art may render some assistance.

Alo.
Oh, if you can, with treasures we'll requite you;
At least, what's very much the same, we'll knight you.

Pro.
I, you must know, 'mongst many more professions,
Am chairman of our Island's petty sessions;
We have some cases to be tried to-day
Which may throw something pleasant in your way. (To Ari.)
Call the first case on; quick, for time runs short;

Ari.
Officers, bring the prisoners into Court. [Exeunt R. a detachment of Fairies. Music, “Marseillaise,” very slowly. Re-enter fairies guarding Caliban, Easa di Baccastoppa, and Smuttifacio, loaded with chains. The prisoners walk with mock dignity.

Alo. (starting melodramatically.)
Those eyes!

Gon. (starting.)
Those limbs!

Alo.
That hat!

Gon.
That bird's-eye choker!

Alo.
Those highlows!

Gon.
'Tis the captain!

Alo.
'Tis the stoker!

Cal. (to the prisoners.)
Of Liberty it's plain the cap won't fit,
Therefore we'd better quietly submit. (to Pro.)
Governor, we surrender at discretion,
And to your government send in adhesion;
We own that this a just and fair defeat is,
So take these chains off, and let's sign some treaties.

Pro.
Insolent slave!

Cal.
Oh! don't be in a fury;
If you prefer it, try us—where's the jury? [Sees Alo. &c.
Is that it? 'cos, if so, it's ill-selected;
That jury's pack'd, and also misdirected.

Ari.
Silence!

Cal.
I shan't—I'll do what's often done—
Challenge the jury—so, my bucks, come on. [Shows fight at them. They get out of his way, frightened.
They're frightened! Yes—they dread my vengeful knocks;
They don't seem partial to a jury-box. [Squares at them again. Ariel comes forward and collars him.

Ari.
Come, come—we can't have conduct of this sort;
You'll get committed for contempt of court. [Pulls him back to his place, R. and stands keeping guard over him.

Cal.
Valour's no use, I see—but vice versy, (to the prisoners.)
We'd better recommend ourselves to mercy. (to Pro.)
Respected sir—

Pro.
Peace, slave! and stand aside;
Fish more important's waiting to be fried. [Goes behind table, turns up his sleeves as conjurors do, and begins playing with the cups and balls.
My liege and lords, now keep your eyes upon me,
And something of a conjuror you'll own me. [Strikes the table with his wand. Table sinks rapidly, and in its place Ferdinand and Miranda and a “Special” rise. Ferdinand

starts with astonishment, and coming forward sings as he recognises the different individuals—

Tune—“The Chaunt Chorus from Jack Sheppard.”
There's—the Captain as was our commander, [Seeing Easa di Baccastoppa.
There's—my worthy papa-in-law, too; [Seeing Prospero.
There's—the stoker, as well as a stranger; [Seeing Smutti. and Caliban.
No—Gov'nor, sure that can't be you! [Seeing Alonzo. Alonzo sings, in reply.
I—wish I could credit my senses,
A—cross the apartment I'd fly
To—what looks very like my lost Ferdinand;
'Tis—he! and my senses don't lie. Fer.
With my tooral-ol, tooral-ol, &c. [Ferdinand and Alonzo sing the chorus alternately; finishing it with the “chaunt,” as in the original. All join in.

Pro. (aside to audience.)
Now, mind your eyes! for I've in preparation
A fearfully affecting situation. [He takes Miranda, and presents her to Alonzo.
Behold thy child-in-law! (To Ferdinand.)
Start not, my son,
My late severity was only fun. [Ferdinand and Miranda kneeling to Alonzo.
Your blessing, gov'nor.
Your blessing, Pa'-in-law.

Alo.
Oh! by all means—
It's always giv'n in dramas' closing scenes. [Puts his hands on their heads.
Cut larks and latch-keys!—prosper, and be steady.

Pro. (to audience.)
Now, then, it's coming!—get your cambrics ready. [Aloud, and much agitated.
My bosom's feelings I no more can smother.
Alonzo! here! behold thy long-lost brother!

Alo. (startled, but by no means pleased.)
Eh! what? oh! ah! my brother?—yes, of course! [Embraces Prospero very coldly.
By this discovery I'm a throne the worse. [Spoken aside to audience over Prospero's shoulder.

Pro.
Brother, at finding me be not cast down.
I would not rob you of a half a crown,
Much less a whole one.

Alo. (brightening up.)
I'm relieved of pain. (affectionately.)
My dearest brother, let's embrace again. [They embrace cordially.

Pro.
Now be surprised with one more piece of wonder.
What ho! Rocks, stones, and earth there, fly asunder! [The scene at back flies rapidly open and discovers the Steamer lying at anchor in a dock of fairy-like structure—a Lighthouse, R. in the shape of a chamber candlestick, with a taper burning—a carpeted gangway, C. leading up to the steamer, Ariel pointing up to it with his wand as “touters” do—Fairy ringing a steam-boat bell, L.— The whole Scene to have a light and fairy-like appearance.

Pro.
Now, who's for Naples? [They are all going up the stage, Caliban stops Prospero.

Cal.
Naples! nonsense—stay,
Don't talk of Naples yet.

Pro.
Why not, sir, pray?

Cal.
Why? Come, that's good. If you're all leaving thus,
“What's to be done for the people”—meaning us?

Ari.
You—what do you deserve?

Cal. (smiling and looking at audience.)
I hardly know
What do we all deserve. Best put it so.

Ari. (to audience.)
Ay, what?—do we deserve your magic smile,
To lend fresh charms to our “Enchanted Isle?”

Cal. (pushing forward and interrupting.)
Excuse me, pray; my lawless acts completing,
With stirring language I'll inflame this meeting. (To audience.)
Be noisy—and excuse the observation—
Get up a devil of a demonstration;
But not with arms—no, only with the hand. [Indicating clapping.
That's all we want. And, please to understand,

Tho' noise 'mongst you we're wishing to increase—
Here on the stage we wish to keep the piece!