And pluck my magic garment from me. So : [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 soul- Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. For thou must now know farther. You have often Mir. Pros. " The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not 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. But how is it Pros. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here, But that I do not. Mir. 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 And princess no worse issued. Mir. O the heavens ! What foul play had we, that we came from thence! 30 40 Pros. Both, both, my girl: Ey foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence, Mir. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther. I pray thee, mark me-that a brother should Be so perfidious !-he whon next thyself Of all the world I loved and to him put Without a parallel; those being all my study, And to my state grew stranger, being transported Mir. Sir, most heedfully. Pros. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them, who to advance and who To trash for over-topping, new created The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em, Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state Thou attend'st not. To what tune pleased his ear: that now he was I pray thee, mark me. O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother A falsehood in its contrary as great As my trust was; which had indeed no limit, Not only with what my revenue yielded, A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, But what my power might else exact, like one 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, With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing- Mir. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pros. To have no screen between this part he play'd So dry he was for sway-wi' the King of Naples Mir. Pros. Mark his 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 have borne bad sons. Now the condition, Pros. The gates of Milan, and, i' the dead of darkness, Mir. Alack, for pity! I. not remembering how I cried out then, That wrings mine eyes to't. Pros. Hear a little further And then I'll bring thee to the present business Were most impertinent. Mir. That hour destroy us? Pros. Wherefore did they not Well demanded, wench: 110 120 130 My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not, 140 A mark so bloody on the business, but In few, they hurried us aboard a bark, Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared Mir. Was I then to you! Pros. Alack, what trouble O, a cherubin Thou didst smile, Thou wast that did preserve me. Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt, Against what should ensue. Mir. How came we ashore? Pros. By Providence divine. Some food we had and some fresh water that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Out of his charity, 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, From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. Mir. But ever see that man! Pros. Would I might 150 160 Now I arise: [Resumes his mantle. Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. 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. 170 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? Know thus far forth. Pros. 180 Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions : [Miranda sleeps. 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 Hast thou, spirit, Pros. I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Pros. Would not infect his reason? Not a soul Ari. Why, that's my spirit! Pros. Pros. But are they, Ariel, safe? 190 200 210 Close by, my master. Not a hair perish'd; 220 On their sustaining garments not a blemish, |