The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory
Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up
The pine, and cedar: graves, at my command,
Have wak'd their sleepers; op'd, and let them forth
By my so potent art: But this rough magick
I here abjure: and, when I have requir'd
Some heavenly musick, (which even now I do)
To work mine end upon their senses, that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And, deeper than did ever plummet sound,
I'll drown my book. [Solemn musick.] Re-enter Ariel: after him Alonso with a frantick gesture, attended by Gonzalo. Sebastian and Anthonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and Francisco. They all enter the circle which Prospero had made, and there stand charm'd; which Prospero observing, speaks.
A solemn air, and the best comforter
To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
Now useless, boil'd within thy skull^{1 note}
! there stand,
For you are spell-stopp'd.—
Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
Mine eyes, even sociable to the shew of thine,
Fall fellowly drops.—The charm dissolves apace;
And as the morning steals upon the night,

Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason.—O good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal sir
To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
Home, both in word and deed.—Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;—
Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.—Flesh and blood^{2 note}
,
You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd remorse, and nature; who, with Sebastian,
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong)
Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,
Unnatural though thou art!—Their understanding
Begins to swell; and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shore,
That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them,
That yet looks on me, or would know me:—Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;—
I will dis-case me, and myself present, [Exit Ariel.
As I was sometime Milan:—quickly, spirit;
Thou shalt e'er long be free.
Ariel enters singing, and helps to attire him.
  Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
  In a cowslip's bell I lie:9Q0083
  There I couch when owls do cry.
  On the bat's back I do fly,
  ^{3 note}

Pro.
Why, that's my dainty Ariel: I shall miss thee;
But yet thou shalt have freedom: So, so, so.—
To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:

There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain,
Being awake, enforce them to this place;
And presently, I pr'ythee.

Ari.
^{4 note}I drink the air before me, and return
Or e'er your pulse twice beat. [Exit.

Gon.
All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement
Inhabits here; Some heavenly power guide us
Out of this fearful country!

Pro.
Behold, sir King,
The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero:
For more assurance that a living prince
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee, and thy company, I bid
A hearty welcome.

Alon.
Whe'r thou be'st he, or no,
Or some inchanted trifle to abuse me,
As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse
Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,
The affliction of my mind amends, with which,
I fear, a madness held me: this must crave
(An if this be at all) a most strange story.
^{6 note}Thy dukedom I resign; and do intreat,
Thou pardon me my wrongs:—But how should Prospero
Be living, and be here?

Pro.
First, noble friend,
Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot
Be measur'd, or confin'd.

Gon.
Whether this be,
Or be not, I'll not swear.

Pro.
You do yet taste
Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you
Believe things certain:—Welcome, my friends all:—
But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, [Aside to Seb. and Ant.
I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you,
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 be'st Prospero,
Give us particulars of thy preservation:
How thou hast met us here, who three hours since^{6 note}

Pro.
^{7 note}

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?

Pro.
^{8 note}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.

Alon.
A daughter?
O heavens! that they were living both in Naples,
The king and queen there! that they were, I wish,
Myself were mudded in that oozy bed,
Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?

Pro.
In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords
At this encounter do so much admire,
That they devour their reason; and scarce think,
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have
Been justled from your senses, know for certain,
That I am Prospero, and that very duke
Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely
Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, 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 breakfast, nor
Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
This cell's my court: here have I few attendants,

And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in;
My dukedom since you have given me again,
I will requite you with as good a thing;
At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye,
As much as me my dukedom. The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers Ferdinand and Miranda playing at chess.

Mira.
Sweet lord, you play me false.

Fer.
No, my dearest love,
I would not for the world.

Mira.
^{9 note}

Alon.
If this prove
A vision of the island, one dear son
Shall I twice lose.

Seb.
A most high miracle!

Fer.
Though the seas threaten, they are merciful:
I have curs'd them without cause.

Alon.
Now all the blessings [Ferd. kneels.
Of a glad father compass thee about!
Arise, and say how thou cam'st here.

Mira.
O! wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in't!

Pro.
'Tis new to thee.

Alon.
What is this maid, with whom thou wast at play?
Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:
Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,
And brought us thus together?

Fer.
Sir, she's mortal;
But, by immortal Providence, she's mine:
I chose her, when I could not ask my father
For his advice; nor thought, I had one: she
Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan,
Of whom so often I have heard renown,
But never saw before; of whom I have
Receiv'd a second life, and second father
This lady makes him to me.

Alon.
I am hers:
But, oh, how oddly will it sound, that I
Must ask my child forgiveness!

Pro.
There, sir, stop;
Let us not burden our remembrance with
An heaviness that's gone.

Gon.
I have inly wept,
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 kings 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,
^{1 note}

Alon.
Give me your hands:
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 prophesy'd, if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown:—Now, blasphemy,
That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?
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, and bravely rigg'd, as when
We first put out to sea.

Ari. [Aside.
Sir, all this service
Have I done since I went.

Pro. [Aside.
My tricksy spirit!^{2 note}

Alon.
These are not natural events; they strengthen,
From strange to stranger:—Say, how came you hither?

Boats.
If I did think, sir, I were well awake,
I'd strive to tell you. We were dead asleep^{3 note},
And (how, we know not) all clapp'd under hatches,
Where, but even now, with strange and several noises
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains,
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awak'd; straightway, at liberty:
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master
Cap'ring to eye her: On a trice, so please you,
Even in a dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.

Ari. [Aside.
Was't well done?

Pro. [Aside.
Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt 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^{4 note}
of:9Q0084 some oracle
Must rectify our knowledge.

Pro.
Sir, my liege,
Do not infest your mind ^{5 note}