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To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
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 now incapable: confederates (So dry 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.
? From being the snbstrtute.
O the heavens ! Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then
If this might be a brother.
I should sin
Now the condition.
did Antonio open
Alack, for pity!
cry it o'er again; it is a hint 3
Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which, this story
1 Otherwise than.
Suggestion. 4 Squeezes the water out of them.
Were most impertinent.
Wherefore did they not
Well demanded, wench;
(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
Alack! what trouble
O! a cherubim
smile, Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'do the sea with drops full salt ; Under my burden groan'd; which raised in me An undergoing stomach, to bear up Against what shouid ensue. Mir.
How came we ashore ? Pro. By Providence divine.
1 In short.
3 A stubborn resviation.
Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
'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 arrived; 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. 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? Pro,
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 I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star; whose influence, If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.--Here cease more questions ; Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,