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, Me, and thy crying felf. Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, 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 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 Nor tackle, fail, nor mast; the very rats 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, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full falt; Against what fhould ensue. 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 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.- [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 .Pro. Haft thou, fpirit, Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bade thee? I boarded the king's fhip; now on the beak, Pro. |