But, O, how oddly will it sound that I Must ask my child forgiveness! PROSPERO There, sir, stop; Let us not burden our remembrances with A heaviness that’s gone.

GONZALO 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.

ALONSO I say, Amen, Gonzalo! GONZALO 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.

ALONSO

[To FERDINAND and MIRANDA] Give me your hands.

Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart That doth not wish you joy.

GONZALO Be it so. Amen! 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? BOATSWAIN The best news is that we have safely found Our King and company; the next, our ship Which but three glasses since we gave out splitIs tight and yare, and bravely rigg’d, as when We first put out to sea.

ARIEL

[Aside to PROSPERO] Sir, all this service Have I done since I went.

PROSPERO

[Aside to ARIEL] My tricksy spirit! ALONSO These are not natural events; they strengthen From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither? BOATSWAIN If I did think, sir, I were well awake, I’d strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, And-how, we know not-all clapp’d under hatches; Where, but even now, with strange and several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, And moe diversity of sounds, all horrible, We were awak’d; straightway at liberty; Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good, and