_Pros._ In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords At this encounter do so much admire,[458-34] That they devour their reason, and scarce think Their eyes do offices of truth, these words Are natural breath:[458-35] but, howsoe'er you have Been justled from your senses, know for certain That I am Prospero, and that very Duke Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed To be the lord on't. No more yet[458-36] of this; For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,[458-37] Not a relation for a breakfast, nor Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir; This cell's my Court: here have I few attendants, And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in. My dukedom since you've given me again, I will requite you with as good a thing; At least bring forth a wonder to content ye As much as me my dukedom. _The entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess._ _Mira._ Sweet lord, you play me false.[459-38] _Ferd._ No, my dear'st love, I would not for the world. _Mira._ Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,[459-39] And I would call it fair play. _Alon._ If this prove A vision of the island, one dear son Shall I twice lose.[459-40] _Sebas._ A most high miracle! _Ferd._ Though the seas threaten, they are merciful! I've cursed them without cause. [_Kneels to ALON._ _Alon._ Now all the blessings Of the glad father compass thee about! Arise, and say how thou earnest here. _Mira._ O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't! _Pros._ 'Tis new to thee. _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? _Ferd._ Sir, she's 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.[460-41] _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 burden our remembrance with A heaviness that's gone. _Gonza._ I've 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.