Page 1114 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Exit.

GONZALO
All torment, trouble, wonder and amazement
Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us [105]
Out of this fearful country!

PROSPERO
Behold, sir King,

The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero,
For more assurance that a living Prince
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee and thy company I bid [110]

A hearty welcome.

ALONSO
Whether thou be’st he or no,
Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse
Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,

Th’affliction of my mind amends, with which, [115]
I fear, a madness held me: this must crave
An if this be at all − a most strange story.

Thy dukedom I resign, and entreat
Thou pardon me my wrongs. − But how should Prospero
Be living and be here?

PROSPERO
First, noble friend, [120]
Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot

Be measur’d or confind.

GONZALO
Whether this be
Or be not, I’ll not swear.

PROSPERO