If thou be'st Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation; How thou hast met us here, who three hours since Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost-- How sharp the point of this remembrance is!-- My dear son Ferdinand. I am woe for't, sir. Irreparable is the loss, and patience Says it is past her cure. I rather think You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace For the like loss I have her sovereign aid And rest myself content. You the like loss! As great to me as late; and, supportable To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you, for I Have lost my daughter. A daughter? O heavens, that they were living both in Naples, The king and queen there! that they were, I wish Myself were mudded in that oozy bed Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? In this last tempest. I perceive these lords At this encounter do so much admire That they devour their reason and scarce think Their eyes do offices of truth, their words Are natural breath: 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 of this; For 'tis a chronicle of day by day, 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 have 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. Sweet lord, you play me false. No, my dear'st love, I would not for the world. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle, And I would call it, fair play. If this prove A vision of the Island, one dear son Shall I twice lose. A most high miracle! Though the seas threaten, they are merciful; I have cursed them without cause. Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about! Arise, and say how thou camest here. O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't! 'Tis new to thee. What is this maid with whom thou wast at play? Your eld'st