_Here_ PROSPERO _discovers_ FERDINAND _and_ MIRANDA _playing at chess_.
FER. No, my dear'st love, I would not for the world.
MIR. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle, And I would call it fair play.
ALON. If this prove A vision of the island, one dear son Shall I twice lose.
FER. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful; I have cursed them without cause. [_Kneels._
ALON. Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about! Arise, and say how thou camest here.
MIR. O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!
ALON. What is this maid with whom thou wast at play? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us, And brought us thus together?
FER. Sir, she is mortal; But by immortal Providence she's mine: I chose her when I could not ask my father For his advice, nor thought I had one. She Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan, Of whom so often I have heard renown, But never saw before; of whom I have Received a second life; and second father This lady makes him to me.
ALON. I am hers: But, O, how oddly will it sound that I Must ask my child forgiveness!
PROS. There, sir, stop: Let us not burthen our remembrance with A heaviness that's gone.
GON. I have inly wept, Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, And on this couple drop a blessed crown! For it is you that have chalk'd forth the way Which brought us hither.
GON. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy, and set it down With gold on lasting pillars: In one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis, And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom In a poor isle, and all of us ourselves When no man was his own.
ALON. [_to_ FER. _and_ MIR.] Give me your hands: Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart That doth not wish you joy!
_Re-enter_ ARIEL, _with the_ MASTER _and_ Boatswain _amazedly following_.
O look, sir, look, sir! here is more of us: I prophesied, if a gallows were on land, This fellow could not drown. Now, blasphemy, That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore? Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?