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SCENE II.

A wild part of the island.
Enter Alonzo, Anthonio, and Gonzalo.
GONZALO.
Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause
(So have we all) for joy of our escape.

ALONZO.
Prithee, peace—My son is lost.

ANTHONIO.
Sir, he may live;
I saw him beat the billows under him,
And ride upon their backs:
I do not doubt, he came alive to land.

ALONZO.
No, no, he's drown'd.
Thou, Anthonio, and myself, were those
Who caus'd his death.

ANTHONIO.
How cou'd we help it?

ALONZO.
Then, then we should have help'd it,
When thou betray'd'st thy brother Prospero,
And his infant daughter, to my power;
And I, took ambitious, took my force
Another's right—then lost we Ferdinand;
Then brought we these sore afflictions on us.