William Shakespeare, La Tempête, acte V

Bonsoir, je dois analyser une partie de l’acte 5 de La Tempête de Shakespeare, voici le texte:pouvez-vous me guider sur les pistes d’analyses, les enjeux et les phrases importantes de ce passage ?Behold, sir king,The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero:For more assurance that a living princeDoes now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;And to thee and thy company I bidA hearty welcome.ALONSO Whether thou best he or no,Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,As late I have been, I not know: thy pulseBeats as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,The affliction of my mind amends, with which,I fear, a madness held me: this must crave,An if this be at all, a most strange story.Thy dukedom I resign and do entreatThou pardon me my wrongs. But how should ProsperoBe living and be here?PROSPEROFirst, noble friend,Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannotBe measured or confined.GONZALOWhether this beOr be not, I’ll not swear.PROSPEROYou do yet tasteSome subtilties o’ the isle, that will not let youBelieve things certain. Welcome, my friends all!But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,I here could pluck his highness’ frown upon youAnd justify you traitors: at this timeI will tell no tales.SEBASTIAN[Aside] The devil speaks in him.PROSPERONo.For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brotherWould even infect my mouth, I do forgiveThy rankest fault; all of them; and requireMy dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,Thou must restore.ALONSO If thou be’st Prospero,Give us particulars of thy preservation;How thou hast met us here, who three hours sinceWere wreck’d upon this shore; where I have lost--How sharp the point of this remembrance is!--My dear son Ferdinand.PROSPEROI am woe for’t, sir.ALONSOIrreparable is the loss, and patienceSays it is past her cure.PROSPEROI rather thinkYou have not sought her help, of whose soft graceFor the like loss I have her sovereign aidAnd rest myself content.ALONSOYou the like loss!PROSPEROAs great to me as late; and, supportableTo make the dear loss, have I means much weakerThan you may call to comfort you, for IHave lost my daughter.ALONSOA daughter?O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,The king and queen there! that they were, I wishMyself were mudded in that oozy bedWhere my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?PROSPEROIn this last tempest. I perceive these lordsAt this encounter do so much admireThat they devour their reason and scarce thinkTheir eyes do offices of truth, their wordsAre natural breath: but, howsoe’er you haveBeen justled from your senses, know for certainThat I am Prospero and that very dukeWhich was thrust forth of Milan, who most strangelyUpon 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 norBefitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;This cell’s my court: here have I few attendantsAnd 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 yeAs much as me my dukedom.MIRANDASweet lord, you play me false.FERDINANDNo, my dear’st love,I would not for the world.MIRANDAYes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,And I would call it, fair play.ALONSOIf this proveA vision of the Island, one dear sonShall I twice lose.SEBASTIANA most high miracle!FERDINANDThough the seas threaten, they are merciful;I have cursed them without cause.ALONSONow all the blessingsOf a glad father compass thee about!Arise, and say how thou camest here.MIRANDAO, wonder!How many goodly creatures are there here!How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,That has such people in’t!PROSPERO’Tis new to thee.ALONSOWhat is this maid with whom thou wast at play?Your eld’st acquaintance cannot be three hours:Is she the goddess that hath sever’d us,And brought us thus together?FERDINANDSir, she is mortal;But by immortal Providence she’s mine:I chose her when I could not ask my fatherFor his advice, nor thought I had one. SheIs daughter to this famous Duke of Milan,Of whom so often I have heard renown,But never saw before; of whom I haveReceived a second life; and second fatherThis lady makes him to me.ALONSOI am hers:But, O, how oddly will it sound that IMust ask my child forgiveness!PROSPEROThere, sir, stop:Let us not burthen our remembrance withA heaviness that’s gone.GONZALOI have inly wept,Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you god,And on this couple drop a blessed crown!For it is you that have chalk’d forth the wayWhich brought us hither.ALONSOI say, Amen, Gonzalo!GONZALOWas Milan thrust from Milan, that his issueShould become kings of Naples? O, rejoiceBeyond a common joy, and set it downWith gold on lasting pillars: In one voyageDid Claribel her husband find at Tunis,And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wifeWhere he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedomIn a poor isle and all of us ourselvesWhen no man was his own.ALONSO[To FERDINAND and MIRANDA] Give me your hands:Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heartThat doth not wish you joy!GONZALOBe it so! Amen!