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Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have

comfort.
The direful spectacle of the wreck, 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
No, not so much perdition as an hair,
Betid to any creature in the vessel
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink.

Sit dowu;
For thou must now know further.
Mira.

You have often
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. Can'st thou remember A time before we came unto this cell? I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast not Out* three years old. 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. Miru.

'Tis far off ; And rather like a dream thap an assurance That my remembrance warrants: had I not Four or five women once, that tended me? Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: but how

is it, That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else lo the dark backward and abysmt of time? If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, How thou cam'st here, thou may'st. Miru.

But that I do not. Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since, thy father was

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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 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 heav'd thence; But blessedly holp hither. Mira.

O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen* 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 methat a brother should Be so perfidious -he whom, next thyself, Of all the world I lov'd, 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, And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleDost 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 trasht for over-topping; new created The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd them, Or else new foru'd them : having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts To what tune pleas'd bis ear; that now he was The ivy, which had hid my priucely trunk,

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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 miud With that, which, but by being so retir'd, O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother, Awak'd an evil nature : and my trust, Like a good parent, did beget of bim A falsehood, in its contrary as great As my trust was ; which had, indeed, no limit, A confideuce sans 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, Mave such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own liè,--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 vow incapable: confederates (So dryt 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.

O the heavens ! Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; theu

tell me,

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If this might be a brother.
Mira.

I should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Good wombs have borne bad sous.
Pro.

Now the condition.
This king of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit ;
Which was, that be in lieu* o'the premises,
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the Jukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, on my brother: whereon,
A treacherous arıny 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 rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again; it is a bintt,
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 prepar'd
A rotten carcase of a boat, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Justinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,

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• Consideration,

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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'do the sea with drops full salt;
Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me
An undergoing stomacht, to bear up
Against what should ensue.
Mira.

How came we ashore ? Pro. By Providence divine. Some tood we had, and some fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Out of his charity (wbo 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 gentle.

ness,
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd

me,
From my own library, with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.
Miru.

'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 arriv'd; and here Have I, thy school-master, 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 strauge, bountiful fortune,

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