AIR. Ferd.
If on those endless charms you lay
  The value that's their due,
Kings are themselves too poor to pay,
  A thousand worlds too few.
But if a passion, without vice,
  Without disguise or art.
Miranda, if true love's your price,
  Behold it in my heart, Enter Prospero, Alonzo, Anthonio, and Ariel.

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

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

Alon.
Now all the blessings of a glad father
Compass thee about!

Mir.
How many goodly creatures are there here?
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in it.

Fer.
Father, this lovely, charming maid is 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 I have receiv'd a second life.

Alon.
Give me your hands,
Let grief, and sorrow, still embrace his heart,
That doth not give you joy. Enter Stephano, Trinculo, Mustacho, Caliban, Sycorax.

Alon.

Who have we here; the master and the sailors—the boatswain too—my prophesy is out, that if a gallows were on land, that man could ne'er be drown'd.

Steph.
The duke and prince alive! Would I had now
Our gallant ship again, and were her master!

Pros.
Now to make amends
For the rough treatment you have found to day,
I'll entertain you with my magic art:
I'll by my power transform this place, and call
Up those that shall make good my promise to you.

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