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They cannot budge 'till your 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
He that you term’d 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. Dost 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 myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
Passion'd as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art ? '
Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th' quick,
Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst 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.


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 demi-puppets, that
By moon-shine do the green four 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 ministers though ye be) I have be-dimm’d
The noon-tide sun, call’d forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the


fea and the azur’d vault
Set roaring war; to the dread ratling thunder
Have I giv’n fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt: the strong-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 ev'n 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 found
I'll drown my

[Solemn mufick.

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 folemn air, and the best comforter
To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains
Now useless, boild within thy skull! There stand,

you are spell-stopt.
Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
Mine eyes, ev’n sociable to th’shew of thine,
Fall fellow-drops — The charm dissolves apace,
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, fo their rising senses
Begin to chase the ign’rant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason. O my good Gonzalo,



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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,
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,
Unnat’ral 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


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,
As I was sometime Milan : quickly, spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.

Ariel fings, and helps to attire him.
Where the bee sucks, there lurk I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie :
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly

After sun-set merrily.
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss thee;
But yet thou shalt have freedom. So, so, fo.
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. I drink the air before me, and return
Or ere your pulse twice beat.

Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement
Inhabits here; some heav'nly power guide us
Out of this fearful country

Pro. Lo, fir 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. Be’ft thou 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
(An 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 oth’isle, that will not let you
Believe things certain : welcome, my friends all


you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,
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.
Pro. For you, most wicked fir, whom to call brother

[To Anthonio. Vol. I.



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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 be'st 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.

Pro. I'm wo for't, fir.

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 sov'reign aid,
And rest myself 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

call to comfort you; for I I Have lost my only daughter.

Alon. Only daughter ?
O heav'ns! 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 de offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath: but, howsoe’er


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


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