To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, 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 hint, That wrings mine eyes to 't. 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. That hour destroy us? PRO. Wherefore did they not 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 carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats Instinctively had quit it; there they hoist us, Το cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Did us but loving wrong. C MIRA. Was I then to you! PRO. Alack! what trouble 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; PRO. By Providence divine, Some food we had, and some fresh water, that 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 MIRA. But ever see that man! 'Would I might PRO. [Puts on his robe] 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 schoolmaster, made thee more profit Than other princes can, that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. 1 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, A most auspicious star; whose influence Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Enter ARIEL. 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. Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? ARI. To every article. I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem'd to besiege, and to make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake. But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners, PRO. But was not this nigh shore? ARI. Close by, my master. Why, that's my spirit! PRO. But are they, Ariel, safe? Not a hair perish'd ; On their sustaining garments not a blemish, In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle: The king's son have I landed by himself; PRO. Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, And all the rest o' the fleet? ARI. Safely in harbour Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once The mariners all under hatches stow'd; Who, with a charm joined to their suffer'd labour, |