The government I cast upon my brother, And to my state grew stranger, being transported, Dost thou attend me? Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd them Of officer and office, set all hearts i' th' state The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, And suck'd my verdure out on't.--Thou attend'st not: pray thee, mark me. I Mira. O good sir, I do. Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate With that, which, but by being so retired. As my trust was: which had, indeed, no limit, But what my power might else exact,-like one, To credit his own lie,-he did believe He was indeed the duke; out of the substitution, With all prerogative :-Hence his ambition Mira. 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 (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, Mira. O the heavens ! Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me If this might be a brother. *Cut away. Mira. I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother. Pro. Now the condition This king of Naples, being an enemy The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cry'd out then, That wrings mine eyes to't. Pro. Hear a little farther, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Were most impertinent. Mira. That hour destroy us? Pro. Wherefore did they not Well demanded, girl ; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not With colors fairer painted their foul ends. Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats Mira. Was I then to you! Pro. Alack! what trouble O! a cherubim Thou wast thou didst preserve me! Thou didst smile, Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me An undergoing stomach, to bear up Against what should ensue. Mira. Pro. By Providence divire. How came we ashore? Some food we had, and some fresh water, that Out of his charity, (who being then appointed Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness, From my own library, with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. Mira. But ever see that man! Pro. 'Would I might Now I arise: Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm? 1 pray you, si Pro. A most auspicious star; whose influence Will ever after droop.-Here cease more questions; [MIRANDA sleeps And give it way;-I know thou can'st not choose. 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 Pro. Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary My brave spirit! Pro. But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners, Pro. But was not this nigh shore? Why, that's my spirit. Close by, my master. Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe ? Not a hair perish'd, On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Pro. Of the king's ship, Ari. Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labor, Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Pro. Ariel, thy charge Past the mid season. Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: Ari. Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six and now Must by us both be spent most preciously. Ari. Is there more toil?-Since thou dost give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me. Pro. What is't thou can'st demand? Ari. How now ? moody? My liberty. I pray thee Pro. Before the time be out? no more. Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd Pro. Dost thou forget No. From what a torment I did free thee? Ari. Pro. Thou dost; and think'st It much to tread the ooze of the salt deep; I do not, sir. Ari. Pro. Thou hast: Where was she born? speak el me. Ari. Sir, in Argier. Pro. O, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did, Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought, To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, A dozen years; within which space she died, And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans, As fast as mill-whee.s strike: Then was this island, |