65 And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason. [O] good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal [sir]
70 To him thou follow’st! I will pay thy graces
Home both in word and deed. Most cruelly
[Didst] thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act.
Thou art pinch’d for’t now, [Sebastian. Flesh and blood,]