Alon.
[Whether thou be’st] he or no,
Or some enchanted [trifle] to abuse me,
As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse
Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,
115 The affliction of my mind amends, with which,
I fear, a madness held me: this must crave—
An if this be at all—a most strange story.
Thy dukedom I resign, and do entreat
Thou pardon me [my] wrongs.—But how should Prospero