Prospero. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, tnt Hath kept with thy remembrance. Miranda. 'Tis far off; And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants: Had I not Prospero. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: But how is it, That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, Miranda. Prospero. Twelve years since, But that I do not. Miranda, twelve years since, thy father was Prospero. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and A princess;-no worse issued. Miranda. O, the heavens! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Prospero. Both, both, my girl : O, my heart bleeds By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; Miranda. To think o' the teens that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, further. Prospero. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Anto nio, I pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should Be so perfidious!--he whom, next thyself, 5 Sorrow. And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed With a parallel: those being all my study, And to my state grew stranger, being transported, Miranda. Sir, most heedfully. Prospero. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash for over-topping; new-created The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd them, Or else new-form'd them: 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 suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st not: pray thee mark me. I Miranda. O good sir, I do. Prospero. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate To closeness, and the bettering of my mind With that, which, but by being so retir'd, As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, He being thus lorded, But what my power might else exact,—like one To credit his own lie,-he did believe He was the duke; out of the substitution, Miranda. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Prospero. To have no skreen between this part he play'd And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Miranda. O the heavens ! Prospero. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me, If this might be a brother. Miranda. I should sin Now the condition. To think but nobly of my grandmother. This king of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; The gates of Milan; and i' the dead of darkness, Miranda. Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, Will cry it o'er again, it is a hint, That wrings mine eyes. Prospero. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which, this story Were most impertinent. Miranda. That hour destroy us? Wherefore did they not Well demanded, wench; Dear, they durst not; My tale provokes that question. Miranda. Was I then to you! Prospero. Alack! what trouble O! a cherubim Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; An undergoing stomach,' to bear up Against what should ensue. Miranda. How came we ashore? Prospero. By Providence divine. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that Out of his charity (who being then appointed Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness, Miranda. But ever see that man! Prospero. 'Would I might Now I arise : 7 Stubborn resolution. Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Miranda. Heavens thank you for't! And now I pray you, sir, (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm? Prospero. Know thus far forth. By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, A most auspicious star; whose influence Enter ARIEL. Ariel. 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 Prospero. Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to points the tempest that I bade thee? I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, I flamed amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide, And burn in many places; on the top-mast, 8 The minutest article. |