Ari. I drink the air before me,[456-24] and return
Or e’er your pulse twice beat. [Exit Ariel.
Gonza. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement
Inhabit here: some heavenly power guide us
Out of this fearful country!
Pros. 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. Whêr[456-25] thou be’st he or no,
Or some enchanted trifle[456-26] 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[456-27]—a most strange story.
Thy dukedom I resign and do entreat
Thou pardon me my wrongs.[456-28] But how should Prospero
Be living and be here?
Pros. First, noble friend,[456-29]
Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot
Be measured or confined.
Gonza. Whether this be
Or be not, I’ll not swear.
Pros. You do yet taste
Some subtilties[457-30] o’ the isle, that will not let you
Believe things certain.—Welcome, my friends all:—
[Aside to Sebas. and Anto.] But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,
I here could pluck his Highness’ frown upon you,
And justify you traitors:[457-31] at this time
I’ll tell no tales.
Sebas. [Aside to Anto.] The Devil speaks in him.