Alb. Do what you please, I am land-sick, worse by far
Than ere I was at sea.
Pros. Collect your self.
Alber. O my most worthy Prospero, my best friend,
The noble favor I receiv'd from thee
In freeing me from the Turks I now accompt
Worse than my death; for I shall never live
To make requitall; what do you attend for?
Sail. To understand your pleasure.
Alber. They do mock me;
I do protest I have no kind of pleasure
In any thing i'th' world, but in thy friendship,
I must ever except that.
Pros. Pray leave him, leave him.—— [Exeunt Sailors.
Alber. The news I heard related since my landing
Of the division of my Family,
How is it possible for any man
To bear't with a set patience?
Pros. You have suffer'd
Since your imprisonment more waighty sorrows.
Alber. I, then I was man of flesh and blood,
Now I am made up of fire, to the full height
Of a deadly Calenture; O these vild women
That are so ill preservers of mens honors,
They cannot govern their own honesties.
That I should thirty and odd winters feed
My expectation of a noble heir,
And by a womans falshood find him now
A fiction, a mere dream of what he was;
And yet I love him still.
Pros. In my opinion
The sentence (on this tryall) from the Duke
Was noble, to repair Cesario's loss
With the marriage of your wife, had you been dead.