Pro.
Now does my Project gather to a head:
My Charms crack not; my Spirits obey, and Time
Goes upright with his Carriage: How's the Day?

Ari.
On the sixth Hour, at which time, my Lord,
You said our Work should cease.

Pro.
I did say so
When first I rais'd the Tempest; say, my Spirit,
How fares the King and's Followers?

Ari.
Confin'd together
In the same Fashion as you gave in charge,
Just as you left them, all Prisoners, Sir,
In the Lime-grove which weather-sends your Cell,
They cannot budge 'till you release. The King,

His Brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brim-full of Sorrow and Dismay; but chiefly
Him that you term'd, Sir, the good old Lord Gonzalo.
His Tears run down his Beard, like Winter Drops
From Eaves of Reeds; your Charm so strongly works 'em,
That if you now beheld them, your Affections
Would become tender.

Pro.
Do'st thou think so, Spirit?

Ari.
Mine would, Sir, were I human.

Pro.
And mine shall.
Hast thou, which art but Air, a Touch, a Feeling
Of their Afflictions, and shall not my self,
One of their Kind, that relish all as sharply
Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
Tho' with their high Wrongs I am struck to th' quick,
Yet, with my nobler Reason, against my Fury,
Do I take part; the rarer Action is
In Virtue than in Vengeance; they being penitent,
The sole Drift of my Purpose doth extend
Not a Frown further: Go release them, Ariel;
My Charms I'll break, their Senses I'll restore,
And they shall be themselves.

Ari.
I'll fetch them, Sir. [Exit.

Pro.
Ye Elves of Hills, Brooks, standing Lakes and Groves,
And ye that on the Sands with printless Foot
Do Chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him
When he comes back; you Demy-puppets that
By Moon-shine do the green sour Ringlets make,
Whereof the Ewe not bites; and you whose Pastime
Is to make Midnight Mushrooms, that rejoice
To hear the solemn Curfew, by whose Aid,
Weak Masters tho' ye be, I have be-dimn'd
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 ratling Thunder
Have I given Fire, and rifted Jove's stout Oak
With his own Bolt: The strong'd bas'd Promontory
Have I made shake, and by the Spurs pluckt up
The Pine and Cedar: Graves at my Command
Have wak'd their Sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth

By my so potent Art. But this rough Magick
I here abjure; and when I have requir'd
Some heav'nly 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 Fadoms in the Earth,
And deeper than did ever Plummet sound
I'll drown my Book. [Solemn Musick. Here enters Ariel before; then 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 unsetled Fancy, cure thy Brains,
Now useless, boil within thy Skull; there stand,
For you are spell-stopt.
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 art pinch'd for't now, Sebastian. Flesh and Blood,
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 lyes 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 discase me, and my self present,
As I was sometime Millan: Quickly, Spirit;
Thou shalt e'er long be free.
Ariel sings, and helps to attire him.
Where the Bee sucks, there suck I;
In a Cowslip's Bell I lye:
There I crouch when Owls do cry.
On the Bat's Back I do fly
After Summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now,
Under the Blossom that hangs on the Bow.

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 prethee.

Ari.
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 heav'nly Power guide us
Out of this fearful Country.

Pro.
Behold, Sir King,
The wronged Duke of Millan, 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.
Where thou beest 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
Th' Affliction of my Mind amends, with which
I fear a Madness held me; this must crave,
And if this be at all, a most strange Story:
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'th' Isle, that will not let you
Believe things certain: Welcome, my Friends all;
But you, my brace of Lords, were I so minded,
I here could pluck his Highness Frown upon you,
And justifie you Traitors; at this time
I will tell no Tales.

Seb.
The Devil speaks in him.

Pro.
No!
For you, most wicked Sir, whom to call Brother
Would even infect my Mouth, I do forgive
Thy rankest Faults; 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 wrackt upon this Shore? where I have lost,
(How sharp the Point of this Remembrance is!)
My dear Son Ferdinand.

Pro.
I am wo for't, Sir.

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 soveraign Aid,
And rest my self content.

Alon.
You the like Loss?

Pro.
As great to me, as late, and insupportable
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?
Oh Heavens! that they were living both in Naples,
The King and Queen there; that they were. I wish
My self were mudded in that Oozy Bed
Where my Son lyes. 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 howsoever you have
Been justled from your Senses, know for certain
That I am Prospero, and that very Duke
Which was thrust forth of Millan; who most strangely
Upon this Shore, where you were wrackt, 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. Here Prospero 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.
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
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
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 is 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 Millan,
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 O, how odly will it sound, that I
Must ask my Child Forgiveness?

Pro.
There, Sir, stop;
Let us not burthen our Remembrances with
An Heaviness that's gone.

Gon.
I have inly wept,
Or should have spoke e'er 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 Millan thrust from Millan, that his Issue
Should become Kings of Naples? O rejoyce
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, our selves,
When no Man was his own.

Alon.
Give me your Hands:
Let Grief and Sorrow still embrace his Heart,
That doth not wish you Joy.

Gon.
Be it so, Amen. Enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following.
O look Sir, look, here is more of us!
I prophesy'd, if a Gallows were on Land

This Fellow could not drown: Now, Blasphemy,
That swear'st Grace o'er-board, not an Oath on Shore.
Hast thou no Mouth by Land?
What is the News?

Boats.
The best News is, that we have safe found
Our King and Company; the next, our Ship,
Which but three Glasses since we gave out split,
Is tite, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when
We first put out to Sea.

Ari.
Sir, all this Service
Have I done since I went.

Pro.
My tricksey Spirit.

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 of sleep,
And, how we know not, all clapt 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 our Trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant Ship; our Master
Capring to eye her; on a trice, so please you,
Even in a Dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.

Ari.
Was't well done?

Pro.
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 of; some Oracle
Must rectifie our Knowledge.

Pro.
Sir, my Liege,
Do not infect your Mind with beating on
The strangeness of this Business; at pickt 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 chearful,
And think of each thing well. Come hither, Spirit;
Set Caliban and his Companions free:
Untie the Spell. 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, and Trinculo, in their stollen Apparel.

Ste.
Every Man shift for all the rest, and let
No Man take care for himself; for all is
But Fortune: Coragio, Bully-Monster, Coragio.

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.

Seb.
Ha, ha;
What things are these, my Lord Anthonio!
Will Mony buy 'em?

Ant.
Very like; one of them
Is a plain Fish, and no doubt marketable.

Pro.
Mark but the Badges of these Men, my Lords,
Then say if they be true: This mishapen Knave,
His Mother was a Witch, and one so strong
That could controul the Moon, make Flows and Ebbs,
And deal in her Command without her Power:
These three have robb'd me, and this Demy-Devil,
For he's a Bastard one, had plotted with them
To take my Life; two of these Fellows you
Must know and own, this thing of Darkness I
Acknowledge mine.

Cal.
I shall be pincht to Death.

Alon.
Is not this Stephano, my drunken Butler?

Seb.
He is drunk now:
Where had he Wine?

Alon.
And Trinculo is reeling-ripe; where should they
Find this grand Liquor that hath gilded 'em?
How cam'st thou in this pickle?

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 o'th'Isle, Sirrah?

Ste.
I should have been a sore one then.

Alon.
'Tis a strange thing as e'er I look'd on.

Pro.
He is as disproportion'd in his Manners
As in his Shape: Go, Sirrah, to my Cell,
Take with you your Companions; as you look
To have my Pardon, trim it handsomly.

Cal.
Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter,
And seek for Grace. What a thrice double Ass
Was I to take this Drunkard for a God?
And worship this dull Fool?

Pro.
Go to, away.

Alon.
Hence, and bestow your Luggage where you found it.

Seb.
Or stole it rather.

Pro.
Sir, I invite your Highness and your Train
To my poor Cell; where you shall take your Rest
For this one Night, which, Part of it, I'll waste
With such Discourse, as I not doubt shall make it
Go quick away; the Story of my Life,
And the particular Accidents gone by
Since I came to this Isle: And in the Morn
I'll bring you to your Ship; and so to Naples.
Where I have hope to see the Nuptials
Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd;
And thence retire me to my Millan, where
Every third Thought shall be my Grave.

Alon.
I long
To hear the Story of your Life, which must
Take the Ear strangely.

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. Please you draw near. [Exeunt omnes.

EPILOGUE, Spoken by Prospero.
Now, now my Charms are all o'er-thrown,
And what Strength I have's mine own,
Which is most faint: Now 'tis true
I must be here confin'd by you,
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my Dukedom got,
And pardon'd the Deceiver, dwell
In this bare Island by your Spell;
But release me from my Bands,
With the help of your good Hands.
Gentle Breath of yours, my Sails
Must fill, or else my Project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, Arts to enchant;
And my ending is Despair,
Unless I be reliev'd by Prayer;
Which pierces so, that it assaults
Mercy it self, and frees all Faults.
  As you from Crimes would pardon'd be,
  Let your Indulgence set me free.

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