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Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd,
And left me to a bootless inquisition;
Concluding, Stay, not yet.—

Pro. The hour's now come;

The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell?

I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not
Out* three years old.

Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can.

Pro. By what? by any other house, or person?
Of anything the image tell me, that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Mira. "Tis far off;

And rather like a dream than an assurance

That my remembrance warrants: Had I not

Four or five women once, that tended me?

Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: But how is it,

That this lives in thy mind? What see'st thou else
In the dark backward and abysm† of time?

If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam'st here,
How thou cam'st here thou mayst.

Mira. But that I do not.

Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since, Thy father was the duke of Milan, and

A prince of power.

Mira. Sir, are not you my father?

Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and

She said-thou wast my daughter; and thy father

Was duke of Milan; thou his only heir

A princess; no worse issued.

Mira. O, the heavens !

What foul play had we, that we came from thence ?
Or blessed was't we did?

Pro. Both, both, my girl:

By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence;
But blessedly holp hither.

Mira. O, my heart bleeds

To think o' the teent that I have turn'd you to,

Which is from my remembrance! Please you, further.

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio,

I pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should

Be so perfidious!-he whom, next thyself,
Of all the world I loved, and to him put
The manage of my state; as, at that time,
Through all the signiories 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,

* Quite.

+ Abyss.

+ Sorrow.

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And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle-
Dost thou attend me ?

Mira. Sir, most heedfully.

Pro. 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 changed them,
Or else new-form'd them: having both the key

Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state
To what tune pleased 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:
I pray thee, mark me.

Mira. O, good Sir, I do.

Pro. I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
With that, which, but by being so retired,
O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
Awaked an evil nature: and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him

A falsehood, in its contrary as great

As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
A confidence sanst bound. He being thus lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,

But what my power might else exact,-like one,
Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie,-he did believe
He was the duke; out of the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty
With all prerogative;-Hence his ambition
Growing, dost hear?

Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafness.
Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd
And him he play'd 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 sway) with the king of Naples,
To give him annual tribute, do him homage;
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend

The dukedom, yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan !)
To most ignoble stooping.

Mira. Ŏ, the heavens!

Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me, If this might be a brother.

Mira. I should sin

To think but nobly of my grandmother:

Good wombs have borne bad sons.

Pro. Now the condition.

This king of Naples being an enemy

* Cut away.

+ Without.

Thirsty.

To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
Which was, that he in lieu o' the 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 levied, one midnight
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open

The gates of Milan; and i' the dead of darkness,
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self.

Mira. Alack, for pity!

I, not remembering how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint,t

That wrings mine eyes.

Pro. 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.

Mira. Wherefore did they not

That hour destroy us?

Pro. Well demanded, wench;

My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not (So dear the love my people bore me); nor set

A mark so bloody on the business; but

With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;

Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh

To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.

Mira. Alack! what trouble

Was I then to you!

Pro. O a cherubim

Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile,

Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

When I have deck'd‡ the sea with drops full salt;

Under my burden groan'd; which raised in me

An undergoing stomach,§ to bear up

Against what should ensue.

Mira. How came we ashore ?

Pro. By providence divine.

Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Out of his charity (who being then appointed
Master of this design), did give us; with

Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,

VOL. I.

* Consideration.

* Sprinkled.

+ Suggestion.

§ Stubborn resolution.

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Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'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 arrived; and here

Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit

Than other princes can, that have more time

For vainer hours and tutors not so careful.

Mira. 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?

Pro. Know thus far forth.—

By accident most 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 cease more questions;
Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way;-I know thou canst not choose.-

Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;
Approach, my Ariel; come

Enter ARIEL.

[Miranda sleeps.

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 quality.

Pro. Hast thou, spirit,

Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
Ari. To every article.

I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flamed amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the topmast,
The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the precursors
O' the 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. My brave spirit!

Who was so firm, so constant, that this coilt

Would not infect his reason?

*The minutest article.

+ Bustle, tumult.

Ari. Not a soul

But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners,
Plunged in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair),
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.

Pro. Why, that's my spirit!
But was not this nigh.shore?
Ari. Close by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ari. Not a hair perish'd;

On their sustaining garments, not a blemish,
But fresher than before; and, as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle :
The king's son have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot."

Pro. Of the king's ship,

The mariners, say, how thou hast disposed,
And all the rest o' the fleet?

Ari. Safely in harbour

Is the king's ship; in the deep nook where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight, to fetch dew
From the still vex'd Bermoothes,* there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow'd;

Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet,
Which I dispersed, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,†

Bound sadly home for Naples;

Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
And his great person perish.

Pro. Ariel, thy charge

Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work;
What is the time o' the day?

Ari. Past the mid season.

Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six and now,

Must by us both be spent most preciously.

Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,

Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,

Which is not yet perform'd me.

Pro. How now ? moody?

What is't thou canst demand?

Ari. My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out ?-no more.

Ari. I pray thee

Remember, I have done thee worthy service;

Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, served

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