I do remember. Here Miranda saw
I first—
Miranda [awaking] How say you, husband, I have slept,
And all I look on now is chang’d, and yet
Not so, for surely here I dwelt of old
With Prospero, my father.
Ferdinand.’Tis naught else
But the same place, and we transported hence
Perchance as playthings of some kindly god,
Hearing thy tale and loving thee.