To trash for over-topping; new created The creatures, that were mine; I fay, or chang'd 'em, And fuckt my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not. Pro. I pray thee, mark me then, I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated As my truft was; which had, indeed, no limit, To credit his own lie, he did believe He was, indeed, the Duke; from fubftitution, With all prerogative. Hence his ambition growing- Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no fcreen between this part he plaid, And him he plaid it for, he needs will be Abfolute Milan. Me, poor man! - my library Mira. O the heav'ns! Pro. Pro. Mark his condition, and th' event; then tell me, If this might be a Brother? Mira. I fhould fin, (7) To think but nobly of my grand-mother; Pro. Now the condition: This King of Naples, being an enemy The gates of Milan; and, i'th' dead of darkness Mira. Alack, for pity! (7) I should fin, To think not nobly of my Grandmother ;] This is Mr. Pope's reading; from no Authority, I prefume: All the Copies that I have feen, have it; To think but nobly i. c. otherwise than nobly; according to our Author's Ufage. So, in Much Ado about Nothing i I know not; if they speak but Truth of her, Thefe hands fhall tear her. And fo in Timon; I to bear this, That never knew but better, is fome Burthen. &c. &c. (8) Good Wombs have bore bad Sons. Pro. Now, the Condition:] Thus have all the Editions divided these Speeches; But, tho' I have not attempted to regulate them otherwise, I have great Sufpicion, that our Author plac'd them thus ; Pro. Good Wombs have bore bad Sons. Now, the Condition: How could Miranda, that came into this Defart Ifland an Infant, that had never seen any other Creatures of the World, but her Father and Caliban, with any Propriety be furnish'd to make fuch an Obfervation from Life, that the Iffue has often degenerated from the Parent? But it comes very properly from Profpero, as a fhort Document, by the By, to his Daughter; implying, "that she did very well to think with Ho. "nour of her Anceftor; for that it was common in Life, for good People to have bad Children." I, not remembring how I cry'd out then, 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 Mira. Why did they not That hour destroy us? Pro. Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that queftion. Dear, they durft not (So dear the love my people bore me;) fet A mark fo bloody on the business; but Mira. Alack! what trouble Was I then to you? Pro. O a cherubim Thou waft, that did preferve me: Thou didst fmile, Infused with a fortitude from heav'n, When I have deck'd the fea with drops full-falt; Under my burthen groan'd;) which rais'd in me An undergoing ftomach, to bear up Against what should enfue. Mira. How came we a-fhore? Pro. By providence divine. Some food we had, and fome fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Out of his charity (being then appointed Master of this defign) did give us, with Rich garments, linnens, ftuffs, and neceffaries, Which fince have fteeded much. So of his gentleness, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From From my own library, with volumes that I prize above my Dukedom. Mira. Would I might But ever fee that man! Pro. Now, I arife: -- Sit ftill, and hear the last of our fea-forrow. now, you, Sir, (For ftill 'tis beating in my mind) your reason For raifing this fea-ftorm? Pro. Know thus far forth; By accident moft ftrange, bountiful fortune I pray A moft aufpicious ftar; whofe Influence Enter Ariel. Ari. All hail, great mafter! grave Sir, hail! I come To answer thy beft pleasure: Be't to fly; To fwim; to dive into the fire; to ride On the curl'd clouds: to thy ftrong bidding task Pro. Haft thou, fpirit, Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bad thee? I boarded the King's fhip: now on the beak, The The yards, and bolt-fprit, would I flame diftinctly; Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precurfers Of dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And fight out-running were not; the fire and cracks Of fulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune Seem'd to befiege, and make his bold waves tremble; Yea, his dread trident shake. Pro. My brave, brave spirit! Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this coyl Ari. Not a foul But felt a feaver of the mind, and plaid Pro. Why, that's my Spirit! On their fuftaining garments not a blemish, Pro. Of the King's fhip, The mariners, fay how thou haft difpos'd, Ari. Safely in harbour Is the King's fhip; in the deep nook, where once (9) From the fill-vext Bermoothes] So this Word has hitherto been miftakenly written in all the Books. There are about 400 Ilands in North America, the principal of which was call'd Bermuda from a Spaniard of |