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de manage of my state; as, at that time,
prough all the signiories it was the first,
nd Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed
ugnity,) and, for the liberal arts,
nout a parallel : those being all my study,
government I cast upon my brother,
lo my state grew stranger, being transported,
'd rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle-
Dost thou attend me ?
Sir, most heedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits,
How to deny them, whom t'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 i’ the state
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.
Mira. O, good Sir, I do.
I pray thee, mark me.
1, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
o closeness, and the bettering of my mind with that, which, but by being so retir’d,
er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother
Awak'd an evil nature ; and my trust,
ke a good parent, did beget of him
falsehood, in its contrary as great
m y trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
t only with what my revenue yielded,
what my power might else exact,—like one,
o having, unto truth, by telling of it,
de such a sinner of his memory,
Credit his own lie,-he did believe
was indeed the duke ; out o' the substitution,
d executing th' outward face of royalty,
ith all prerogative :-hence his ambition
"To wing,-Dost thou hear?
Your tale, Sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd, ind him he play'd it for, he needs will be
bsolute 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.
O the heavens !
Pro. Mark his condition, and th'event; then tell me
If this might be a brother.
I should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother :
Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Now the condition.
This king of Naples, being an enemy
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.
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 to't.
Hear a little farther,
And then I'll bring thee to the present business
Which now's upon 's; without the which, this story
Were most impertinent.
Wherefore did they not
That hour destroy us?
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 prepard
A rotten carcase of a boat, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively have quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roard to us; to sigh
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.
Alack, what trouble
Was I then to you!
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,
Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me
An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against what should ensue.
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,
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
From mine own library, with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.
Would I might
But ever see that man!
Now I arise :
[Puts on his robe again. Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Here in this island, we arriv'd; and here Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Than other princess' 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 ?
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 inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way :- I know thou canst not choose. —
[MIRANDA sleeps. Come away, servant, come! I am 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 curld clouds : to thy strong bidding task
Ariel, and all his quality.
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 flam'd amazement: sometime 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-outrunning were not : the fire and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.
My brave spirit !
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
Would not infect his reason?
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."
Why, that's my spirit !
But was not this nigh shore ?
Close by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe ?
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 dispers’d 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.
Of the king's ship
The mariners, say how thou hast dispos’d,
And all the rest o' the fleet.
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 dispers'd, 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.
Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform’d: but there's more work.
What is the time o' the day?
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 promis'd,
Which is not yet perform'd me.
How now! moody?
What is 't thou canst demand ?
Pro. Before the time be out ? no more !
Remember I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise
To bate me a full year.
Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
Pro. Thou dost; and think’st it much, to tread the ooze
Of the salt deep,
To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
To do me business in the veins o'th' earth,