_Alon._ I say, Amen, Gonzalo! [Illustration: LOOK DOWN, YOU GODS, ON THIS COUPLE] _Gonza._ 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.[462-42] _Alon._ [_To FERD. and MIRA._] Give me your hands: Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart That doth not wish you joy! _Gonza._ Be't 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.[462-43]--Now, blasphemy, That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?[462-44] Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news? _Boats._ 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 split-- Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when We first put out to sea. _Ari._ [_Aside to PROS._] Sir, all this service Have I done since I went. _Pros._ [_Aside to ARIEL._] My tricksy[463-45] spirit! _Alon._ These are not natural events; they strengthen From strange to stranger.--Say, how came you hither? _Boats._ 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 more diversity of sounds, all horrible, We were awaked; straightway, at liberty: When we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Capering to eye her:[463-46] on a trice, so please you, Even in a dream, were we divided from them, And were brought moping[463-47] hither. _Ari._ [_Aside to PROS._] Was't well done? _Pros._ [_Aside to ARI._] Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free. _Alon._ This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod; And there is in this business more than Nature Was ever conduct of:[463-48] some oracle Must rectify our knowledge.[463-49]