MIRA. I fhould fin To think but nobly of my grandmother: PRO. Now the condition. This king of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's fuit; Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, 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. 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 durft not; (So dear the love my people bore me) nor fet A mark fo bloody on the bufinefs; but With colours fairer painted their foul ends. Bore us fome leagues to fea; where they prepar'd A rotten carcafs of a boat, not rigg'd, MIRA. Alack! what trouble Was I then to you! PRO. O! a cherubim Thou waft, that did preserve me! Thou didst fmile, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full falt; Against what should enfue. MIRA. How came we afhore? PRO. By Providence divine. Some food we had, and fome fresh water, that Out of his charity, (who being then appointed Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and neceffaries, From my own library, with volumes that Sit still, and hear the last of our fea-sorrow. For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. (For ftill 'tis beating in my mind) your reason PRO. Know thus far forth. By accident moft ftrange, bountiful fortune, Will ever after droop.-Here ceafe more queftions; Enter ARIEL. ARI. All hail, great master! grave fir, 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 ftrong bidding, task Ariel, and all his quality. PRO. Haft thou, fpirit, Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bade thee? I boarded the king's fhip; now on the beak, O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary PRO. My brave spirit! Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this coil ARI. Not a foul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of defperation: All, but mariners, PRO. Why, that's my spirit! On their fuftaining garments not a blemish, PRO. Of the king's ship, The mariners, fay, how thou haft difpos'd, ARI. Safely in harbour Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Thou call'dft me up at midnight, to fetch dew Whom, with a charm join'd to their fuffer'd labour, Bound fadly home for Naples; Suppofing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, PRO. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: ARI. Paft the mid feafon. PRO. At least two glaffes: The time 'twixt fix and now, Muft by us both be spent most preciously. ARI. Is there more toil? Since thou doft give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou haft promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me. PRO. How now? moody? What is't thou can'st demand? ARI. My liberty. PRO. Before the time be out? no more. Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, ferv'd PRO. Doft thou forget From what a torment I did free thee? ARI. No. PRO. Thou doft; and think'ft It much, to tread the ooze of the falt deep; |