Pro. In this last Tempest. I perceiue these Lords
At this encounter doe so much admire,
That they deuoure their reason, and scarce thinke
Their eies doe offices of Truth: Their words
Are naturall breath: but howsoeu'r you haue
Beene iustled from your sences, know for certain
That I am Prospero, and that very Duke
Which was thrust forth of Millaine, who most strangely
Vpon this shore (where you were wrackt) was landed
To be the Lord on't: No more yet of this,
For 'tis a Chronicle of day by day,
Not a relation for a break-fast, nor
Befitting this first meeting: Welcome, Sir;
This Cell's my Court: heere haue I few attendants,
And Subiects none abroad: pray you looke in:
My Dukedome since you haue giuen me againe,
I will requite you with as good a thing,
At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye
As much, as me my Dukedome.
Here Prospero discouers Ferdinand and Miranda, playing at
Chesse.
Mir. Sweet Lord, you play me false
Fer. No my dearest loue,
I would not for the world
Mir. Yes, for a score of Kingdomes, you should wrangle,
And I would call it faire play
Alo. If this proue
A vision of the Island, one deere Sonne
Shall I twice loose
Seb. A most high miracle
Fer. Though the Seas threaten they are mercifull,
I haue curs'd them without cause
Alo. Now all the blessings
Of a glad father, compasse thee about:
Arise, and say how thou cam'st heere
Mir. O wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there heere?
How beauteous mankinde is? O braue new world
That has such people in't