Act V

There, sir, stop:

Let us not burthen our remembrance with

A heaviness that’s gone.

I have inly wept,

Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods,

And on this couple drop a blessed crown!

For it is you that have chalk’d forth the way

Which brought us hither.

I say, Amen, Gonzalo!

Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue

Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice

Beyond a common joy, and set it down

With gold on lasting pillars: In one voyage

Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis,

And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife

Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom

In a poor isle and all of us ourselves

When no man was his own.

Give me your hands:

Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart

That doth not wish you joy!

Be it so! Amen!