The Tempest

by: William Shakespeare

  Act 5 Scene 1

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PROSPERO

    I rather think
You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace
145For the like loss I have her sovereign aid,
And rest myself content.

PROSPERO

I don’t think you’ve tried to endure it. Being patient has helped me a lot, for I have suffered a loss similar to yours.

ALONSO

    You the like loss?

ALONSO

You suffered a loss like mine?

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
150Have lost my daughter.

PROSPERO

Yes, just as great and just as recent. And I have much less to comfort me than you do, since I’ve lost my daughter.

ALONSO

    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?

ALONSO

A daughter? Oh God, I wish the two of them were alive and living in Naples, as king and queen! I’d give up my life and take my son’s place in the mud on the ocean floor if I could see them alive in Naples.—When did you lose your daughter?

PROSPERO

155In 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 howsoev'r you have
160Been 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 wracked, was landed,
To be the lord on ’t.

PROSPERO

In this recent storm. These lords seem so astonished that they’ve lost their use of reason and can hardly believe what they see with their own eyes.—But whatever the reason for your losing your senses, you can know for sure that I’m Prospero, that same duke who was kicked out of Milan and landed on this same island where you landed, and became the lord of it. No more of this story now, for it takes days to tell, not just a chat over breakfast or during this first meeting of ours.