The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, Have sunk the sea within the earth or e'er It should the good ship so have swallowed, and Pro. Be collected: Tell your piteous heart, O, woe the day! No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who Mira. More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. "Tis time I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, [Lays down his mantle. Lie there, my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. The direful spectacle of the wrack, which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such provision in mine art So safely order'd, that there is no soul- Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down: For thou must now know farther. Mira. You have often Begun to tell me what I am: but stopp'd, 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 I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Mira. Certainly, sir, I can. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing 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 seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, 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, and his only heir And Princess, no worse issued. Mira. O, the heavens! What foul play had we, that we canie from thence! Pro. Both, both, my girl; Mira. O! my heart bleeds To think o' th' teen' that I have turned you to, Which is from my remembrance. Please you, farther. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, called Antonio, I pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should Be so perfidious!-he whom, next thyself, Without a parallel: those being all my study, And to my State grew stranger, being transported 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 chang'd 'em, Of officer and office, set all hearts i' th' State And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st not. Mira. O good sir! I do. Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Awak'd an evil nature; and my trust, As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, But what my power might else exact,-like one, To credit his own lie-he did believe He was indeed the Duke; out o' th' substitution, Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd, Was dukedom large enough. Of temporal royalties (So dry he was for sway) wi' th' King of Naples- The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan !) Mira. O the heavens ! Pro. Mark his condition, and th' event; then tell me, If this might be a brother. I should sin Mira. Pro. This King of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, That wrings inine eyes to 't. Pro. Hear a little farther, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Were most impertinent. Mira. Wherefore did they not Well demanded, wench: That hour destroy us? Pro. My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not, Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepared To th' winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Mira. Was I then to you! Pro. Alack what trouble O! a cherubin 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, 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, Which since have steaded much. So, of his gentleness, From mine own library, with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. Mira. Would I might Now I arise: But ever see that man! Pro. Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Here in this island we arriv'd; and here [Puts on his robe. Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Than other princes can, that have more tinie 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? Know thus far forth. Pro. Brought to this shore; and by my prescience 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 inclin'd to sleep: 'tis a good dulness, And give it way:-I know thou canst not choose.-[Miranda sleeps. 1 Resolution. Come away, servant, come! I am ready now: 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 Pro. Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point1 the tempest that I bade thee? I boarded the King's ship; now on the beak, Pro. Ari. Some tricks of desperation. All, but mariners, Pro. Why, that's my spirit! But was not this nigh shore? Ari. Close by, my master. Not a hair perish'd: Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Ari. On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Pro. Of the King's ship The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, And all the rest o' th' fleet? Safely in harbour Ari. Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, 1 Exactly. 2 Bustle. 3 Bermudas. |