Gon. Whether this be You do yet taste Or be not, I'll not swear. Pro. 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. Pro. The devil speaks in him. No. [aside. For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Alon. If thou beest Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation : How thou hast met us here, who three hours since Pro. I am woe1 for 't, sir. Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience Says, it is past her cure. You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace, 1 Sorry. For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid, Alon. You the like loss? 1 Pro. As great to me, as late; 1 and, portable 2 To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you; for I 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. daughter? When did you lose your Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords At this encounter do so much admire,3 That they devour their reason; and scarce think Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have 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, My loss is as great as yours, and has happened to me as lately. 2 Bearable. 3 Are so much surprised at this meeting. Not a relation for a breakfast, nor Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir; At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye, The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess. Mir. Sweet lord, you play me false. Fer. I would not for the world. No, my dearest love, Mir. 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 cursed them without cause. Alon. [Ferdinand kneels to Alonso. Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about! Arise, and say how thou camest here. Mir. O wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! |