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Mira. My heart bleeds To think o'th' teene that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance. Please you, farther.
Pro. My brotlier and thy uncle, callid Anthonio
pray thee mark me, (that a brother should
Be so perfidious!) he whom next thy self ;
Of all the world I lov’d, and to him put
The manage of my state; as at that time
Through all the signories it was the first
And Prospero the prime Duke, being so reputed
In dignity; and for the liberal arts,
Without a parallel; those being all my study:
The government I cast upon my brother,
And to my state grew stranger, being transported
And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle
(Dost thou attend me!
Mira. Sir, molt heedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom t'advance, and whom + 'To plafh' for over-topping; new created The creatures that were mine; I say or chang'd 'em Or else new form’d 'em; having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts To what tune pleas'd his ear, that now he was The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, And suckt my verdure out on't. Thou attend'ft not.
Mira. Good Sir, I do.
Pro. I pray thee mark ine then.
I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
With that which, but by being so retired,
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my falfe brother
Awak'd an evil nature, and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falfhood, in its contrary as great
As my trust was; which had indeed no limit,
A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
Not To trath ...old edit. Warb. emend.
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might else exact; like one
s 'Who loving an untruth, and telling't oft,
6 Makes' such a sinner of his memory
To credit his own lie; he did believe
He was indeed the Duke, from substitution
And executing th' outward face of royalty
With all prerogative. Hence his ambition growing-
: 'Doft thou hear, child?'
Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafness.
Pro. To have no screen between this part he plaid,
And him he plaid it for, he needs will be
Absolute Milan. Me, poor man! — my library
Was Dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable : confederates
(So dry he was for fway) wi' th' King of Naples
To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
Subjcct his coronet to his crown, and bend
The Dukedom yet unbow'd (alas poor Milan!)
To much ignoble stooping.
Mira. O the heav'ns!
Pro. Mark & 'the condition, and th' event, then tell me If this might be a Brother?
Mira, I should sin, To think not nobly of my grand-mother. [dition :
Pro. 'Good wombs have born bad fons. Now the conThis King of Naples being an enemy To me inveterate, hears my brother's suit ; Which was, that he in lieu o'th' premises, Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, Should presently extirpate me and mine Out of the Dukedom, and confer fair Milan, With all the honours, on my brother. Whereon A treacherous army levy'd, one mid-night
Fated 5 Who having into truth, by telling of it, 6 Made 7 Dost thou hear ? 8 his 9 Mir. Good wombs have born bad fons.
Pro. Now the condition : &c...iold edit. Theob, emend.
Fated to th' purpose, did Anthonio open
The gates of Milan, and i' th' dead of darkness
The ministers for th' purpose hurry'd thence
Me and thy crying self.
Mira. Alack for pity!
I not remembring how I cry'd out then,
Will cry it o’er again; it is a hint
That wrings mine eyes to’t.
Pro, Hear a little further,
And then I'll bring thee to the present business
Which now's upon's, without the which this story
Were most impertinent.
Mira. Why did they not
That hour destroy us?
Pro. Well demanded, wench
My tale provokes that question. "'They durst not,'
So dear the love my people bore me, set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurry'd us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepar'd
A rotten carcass of a boat, - not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, nor fail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us
To cry to th' fea that roar'd to us; to figh
To winds, whose pity fighing back again
Did us but loving wrong.
Mira. Alack! what trouble
Was I then to you?
Pro. O! a cherubim
Thou waft that did preserve me: Thou didst smile
Infused with a fortitude from heav'n ;
(When I have a 'brack'd' the sea with drops full salt,
Under my burthen groan'd) which rais'd in me
An undergoing stomach, to bear
Against what thould enfúe.
Mira. How came we a-shore ?
Pro. i Dear, they durft not, 2 deck'd
Pro. By providence divine. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that A noble Neopolitan Gonzalo, Out of his charity (being then appointed Master of this design) did give us, with Rich garments, linnens, stuffs, and neceffaries Which fince have steeded much. So of his gentleness, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnifh'd me From my own library, with volumes that I prize above my Dukedom,
Mira. Would I might
But ever see that man!
Pro. Now I arise :
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Here in this island we arriv'd, and here
Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit
Than other Princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
Mira. Heav'ns thank you for't! And now I pray
(For still 'tis beating in my mind) your reason
For raising this sea-Itorm?
Pro. Know thus far forth;
By accident moft strange bountiful fortune
(Now my dear lady) hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
I find my Zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star, whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop. - Here ceafe more questions,
Thou art inclin'd to Neep. 'Tis a good dulness,
And give it way; I know thou can ft. not chuse.
Come away, servant, come; I'm ready now :
Approach, my Ariel. Come.
Ari. All hail, great master! grave Sir, hail! I come
To answer thy best pleasure. Be't to fly;
To swim ; to dive into the fire ; to ride
On the curl'd clouds: to thy strong bidding task
Ariel and all his qualities.
Pro. Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bad thee?
Ari. To every article.
I boarded the King's ship: now on the beak,
Now in the waste, the deck, in every cabin,
I fam'd amazement. Sometimes I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast
The yards and bolt-sprit would I fame distinctly,
Then meet and join. fove's lightnings, the precurfers
Of dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And sight out-running were not ; the fire and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.
Pro. 3 'That's my brave spirit !'
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coyl
Would not infect his reason ?
Ari. Not a soul
But felt a feaver of the mind, and plaid
Some tricks of desperation: all but mariners
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Then all a-fire with me : the King's fon Ferdinand
With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair)
Was the first Man that leap'd; cry'd hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.
Pro. Why that's my spirit !
But was not this nigh fhore?
Ari. Close by, my master.
Pro. 3 My brave, brave spirit !