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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 200
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.

Mira. O the heavens
; Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then te

If this might be a brother. .

Mira. I should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother :
Good wombs have borne bad sons."

: Pro. Now the condition.
This king of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit ;
Which was, that he in lieu o' the premises,
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,-
Should presently 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 Anthonio open.
The gates of Milan; and, i'the dead of darkness,
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self.






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Mira. Alack, for pity!
I, not remembering how I cry'd out then,
Will cry it o'er again ; it is a hint,
That wrings mine eyes to't.

Pro. Hear a little further,
And then I'll bring thee to the present business
Which now's upon list 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 durst not
(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
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 some leagues to sea; where they prepard
A rotten carcase of a boat, not rigg'd,

Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us

to the sea that roar'd to us ; to sigh To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Did us but loving wrong.

Mira. Alack ! what trouble
Was I then to you!

Pro. O! ä сherubim
Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile,
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

251 When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; Under my burden groan'd; which raised in me


An undergoing stomach to bear up
Against what should ensue.

Mira. How came we ashore ?

Pro. By Providence divine. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Qut of his charity, who being then appointed 26 Master of this design, did give us; with Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, Which since have steaded much: so, of his gentlc


Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
From my own library, with volumes that
I prize above

my dukędom. Mira. 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 arriv'd; and here 270 Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit Than other princes can, that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. Mira. Heavens thank you fort!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

280 Brought to this shore: and by my prescience Bij

I find

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 inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way :-I know, thou canst not choose.

(MIRANDA sleeps. Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Approach, my Ariel, come,

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Ariel. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I



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
Ariel, and all his quality.
Pro. Hast thou, spirit,
Perform’d to point the tempest that I bad thee?

Ari. To every article,
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waste, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide, 300
And burn in many places; on the top-mast,
The yards, and bolt-sprit, would I fame distinctly,
Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings, the precursors
O'the dreadful thunder-clap, more momentary
And sight-out-running were not; the fire, and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune


Şeem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake,

Pro. My brave spirit ! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil 310 Would not infect his reason?

Ari. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation : All, but marinera, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair) Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, And all the devils are here, Pro. Why, that's my spirit !

325 But was not this nigh shore ?

Ari. Close by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?

Ari. Nat a hair perish'd ;
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and, as thou bad*st me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle :
The king's son have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
ļn an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,

33e His arms in this sad knot.

Pro. Of the king's ship,
The mariners, say how thou hast dispos'd,
And all the rest o' the fleet ?

Ari. Safely in harbour
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once



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