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Pro.

Now the condition.

This king of Naples, being an enemy

To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's fuit;
Which was, that he in lieu o' the premises,—
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,—
Should prefently extirpate me and mine

Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon,
A treacherous army levy'd, one midnight
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open

The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence

Me, and thy crying felf.

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

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My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durft not;

(So dear the love my people bore me) nor fet

A mark so bloody on the business; but

With colours fairer painted their foul ends.

In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;

Bore us fome leagues to fea; where they prepar'd
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,

Nor tackle, fail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the fea that roar'd to us; to figh

To

To the winds, whose pity, fighing back again,

Did us but loving wrong.

Mira.

Was I then to you!

Pro.

Alack! what trouble

O! a cherubim

Thou waft, that did preferve me! Thou didst fmile,
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

When I have deck'd the sea with drops full falt;
Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me
An undergoing ftomach, to bear up

Against what fhould ensue.

Mira.

How came we afhore?

Pro. By Providence divine.

Some food we had, and fome fresh water, that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Out of his charity, (who being then appointed
Master of this defign,) did give us; with

Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and neceffaries,
Which fince have fteaded much: fo, of his gentleness,
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,

From my own library, with volumes that

I prize above my dukedom.

Mira.

But ever fee that man!

Pro.

'Would I might

Now I arife:-
!--

Sit ftill, and hear the laft of our fea-forrow.

Here in this island we arriv'd; and here

Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit

Than other princes can, that have more time

For vainer hours, and tutors not fo careful.

Mira. Heav'ns thank you for't! And now, I pray you,

fir,

(For ftill 'tis beating in my mind) your reason

For raifing this fea-ftorm?

Pro.

Pro.

Know thus far forth.-
By accident moft ftrange, bountiful fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this fhore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon
A moft aufpicious ftar; whofe influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop.-Here ceafe more questions;
Thou art inclin'd to fleep; 'tis a good dulnefs,
And give it way;-I know thou can'ft not choofe.-

[MIRANDA fleeps. Come away, fervant, come: I am ready now; Approach, my Ariel; come.

Enter ARIEL.

Ari. All hail, great mafter! grave fir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleafure; be't to fly,

To fwim, to dive into the fire, to ride

On the curl'd clouds; to thy ftrong bidding, task
Ariel, and all his quality.

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Haft thou, fpirit,

Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bade thee?
Ari. To every article.

I boarded the king's fhip; now on the beak,
Now in the waift, the deck, in every cabin,
I fam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-malt,
The yards and bowfprit, would I flame diftin&tly,
Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the precurfors
O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And fight-out running were not: The fire, and cracks
Of fulphurous roaring, the moft mighty Neptune
Seem'd to befiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident thake.

Pro.

Stothard BA.del.

Tempest

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Luthed 1. June 1798. by Edwarding 98 Tall Mail

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