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- ACT FIVE THE TEMPEST SCENE ONE
For the like loss I have her sovereign aid,
And rest myself content.
Alonso. You the like loss!
Prospero. 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.
Alonso. A daughter?
0 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 ray son lies. When did you lose your daughter?
Prospero. 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,
1 will requite you with as good a thing;
At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye
As much as me my dukedom.
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