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You do yet taste
Some subtleties o’ the isle, that will not let you
Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends all! [125]
[Aside to Sebastian and Antonio] But you, my brace of lords, were I so

minded,
I here could pluck his highness’ frown upon you,
And justify you traitors: at this time
I will tell no tales.

SEBASTIAN

[aside]
The devil speaks in him.

PROSPERO
No.
For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother [130]
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive

Thy rankest fault, − all of them; and require
My dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,
Thou must restore.

ALONSO
If thou be’st Prospero,

Give us particulars of thy preservation; [135]
How thou hast met us here, whom three hours since
Were wrack’d upon this shore; where I have lost −
How sharp the point of this remembrance is! −
My dear son Ferdinand.

PROSPERO
I am woe for ’t, sir.

ALONSO
Irreparable is the loss; and patience [140]
Says it is past her cure.

PROSPERO