Pros. And from him learning
Baptista liv'd, and their dissolv'd friendship,
I hois'd up sails for Greece, found Juliana
A votary at her Beads; having made known
Both that you liv'd, and where you were: she borrow'd
So much from her devotion, as to wish me
To bring her to you; if the object please you,
With joy receive her.
Bapt. Rage and fury leave me. [Throws away his sword.
I am so full of happiness, there's no room left
To entertain you, oh my long lost Jewel,
Light of mine eyes, my souls strength.
Julia. My best Lord, having embrac'd you thus,
Death cannot fright me.
Bapt. Live long to do so, though I should fix here.
Pardon me Prospero, though I enquire my daughters fortune.
Pros. That your happiness
May be at all parts perfect, here she is!
Ces. Biancha, daughter to a Princess.
Pros. True with my faithful Host I left her,
And with him till now she hath resided,
Ignorant both of her birth and greatness.
Bap. Oh my blest one. Joy upon joy o'erwhelms me.
Duke. Above wonder.
Alb. I do begin to melt too, this strange story
Works much upon me.