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So :

And pluck my magic garment from me.

[Lays down his mantle. 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 ordered that there is no soulNo, not so much perdition as an hair

30 Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou leard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink.

Sit down :
For thou must now know farther.
Vir.

You have often
Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
And left me to a bootless inquisition,
Concluding “ Stay : not yet.
Pros.

The hour's now come ;
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ;
Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell?
I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not 40
Out three years old.
Mir.

Certainly sir, I can.
Pros. By what? by any other house or person ?
Of any thing the image tell me that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.
Mir.

"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?

Pros. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it That this lives in thy mind? What seest tlou else In the dark backward and abysm of time?

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If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here,
How thou camest here thou mayst.
Mir.

But that I do not.
Pros. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,
Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
A prince of power.
Mir.

Sir, are not

you my father?
Pros. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
She said thou wast my daughter ; and thy father
Was Duke of Milan ; and thou his only heir
And princess no worse issued.
Mir.

O the heavens !
What foul play had we, that we came from thence ! 60
Or blessed was't we did ?

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Pros.

Both, botlı, my girl :
D'y foul play, as thou say’st, were we leaved thence,
But blessedly holp hither.
Mir.

O, my heart bleeds
To think o' the teen that I have turn'l you to,
Which is from my remembrance ! Please you, farther.

Pros. My brother and tlıy uncle, callid Antonio
I pray thee, mark me—that a brother should
Be so perfidious !-le whont next thyself
Of all the world I loved and to him put
The manage of my state ; as at that timo
Through all the signories it was the first
And Prospero the prinie 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 rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle-
Dost thou attend me?
Mir.

Sir, most heedfully.
Pros. Being once perfected how to grant suits,
How to deny them, who to advance and who

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To trash for over-topping, new created
The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em,
Or else new form’d 'em ; having both the key
Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state
To what tune pleased his ear: that now he was
The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
And suck'i my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not.

Mir. O, good sir, I do.
Pros.

I pray thee, mark me.
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness and the bettering of my mind

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With that which, but being so retired,
O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false other
Awaked an evil nature ; and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him

falsehood in its contrary as great As my trust was ; which had indeed no limit, A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Not only with what my revenue yielded, Bat what my power might else exact, liko one + Who having into truth, by telling of it,

100 Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie, he did believe He was indeed the duke ; out o' the substitution, And executing the outward face of royalty,

With all prerogative : hence his ambition growing-
Dost thou hear?
Mir.

Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
Pros. To lare 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 110
He thinks me now incapable ; confederates,
So dry he was for sway-wi' the King of Naples
To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
Subject his coronet to his crown and bend
The dukedom yet un bow'd-alas, poor Milan !
To most ignoble stooping,
Mir.

O the heavens!
Pros. Mark bis condition and the event ; then tell me
If this might be a brother.
Mir.

I should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother :
Good wombs lave borne bad sons.
Pros.

Now the condition, 120
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 lionours 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, 130
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me and thy crying self.
Mir.

Alack, for pity!
I, not remembering how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again ; it is a hint
That wrings mine eyes to't.
Pros.

Hear a little further
And then I'll bring thee to the present business
Which now's upon's ; without the which this story
Were most impertinent.
Mir.

Wherefore did they not
That hour destroy us?
Pros.

Well demanded, wench :
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not, 140
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.

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In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea ; where they prepared
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,
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigli
To the winds whose pity, sigling back again,

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Did us but loving wrong.
Jir.

Alack, what trouble
Was I then to you !
Pro3.

0, 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 burthen groan'd ; which raised in mo
An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against what should ensue.
Mir.

How came we ashore ?
Pros. By Providence divinc.
Some food we had and some fresh water that

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A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Out of his charity, being then appointed
Master of this design, did give us, withi
Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much ; so, of his gentleness,
Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom,
Mir.

Would I might
But ever see that man !
Pros.

Now I arise : [Resumes his mantle.
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.

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Here in this island we arrived; and here
Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
Than other princesses can that have more time
For vainer hours and tutors not so careful.
Mir. 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?
Prox.

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

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I find my zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star, whose influence
If now I court not but omit, n:y fortunes

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Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions :
Thou art inclined 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.

Entcr ARIEL.
Ari. All hail, grent master ! grave sir, lail! I come
To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly,

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To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curld clouds, to thy strong bidding task
Ariel and all his quality.
Pros.

Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest tliai 1 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 flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide,
And burn in many places ; on the topmast,
The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, 200
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,
Pros.

My brave spirit !
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
Would not infect his reason ?
Ari

Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mad and play'd
Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners

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Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,
Then all afire with me : the King's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring,—then like reeds, not liair,-
Was the first man that leap'd ; cried, “Hell is empty,
And all the devils aru liere.”
Pros.

Why, that's my spirit !
But was not this nigh sliore ?
Ari

Close by, my master.
Pros. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ari

Not a hair perishi’d;
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But freslier than before : and, as thou badest me,
In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle,

220 The King's sou have I landed by liimself;

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