Pro. Now the condition:

This King of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearks my brother's fuit;
Which was, that he in lieu o'th' 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 mid-night
Fated to th' purpose, did Anthonio open

The gates of Milan; and, i'th' dead of darknefs,
The minifters for the purpose hurry'd thence
Me, and thy crying felf.

Mira. Alack, for pity!

I, not remembring how I cry'd on't 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's; without the which this story
Were moft impertinent.

Mira. Why did they not

That hour destroy us?

Pro. Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that queftion. Dear, they durft not (So dear the love my people bore me;) fet A mark fo bloody on the bufinefs; but With colours fairer painted their foul ends. In few, they hurry'd us aboard a bark; Bore us fome leagues to Sea; where they prepar'd A rotten carcafs of a boat, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, fail, nor maft; the very rats Inftinctively had quit it: there they hoift us To cry to th' fea, that roar'd to us; to figh

to make fuch an Obfervation from Life, that the Iffue has often degenerated from the Parent? But it comes very properly from Profpero, as a fhort Document, by the by, to his Daughter; implying," that he did very well to think with Honour of her "Ancestor; for that it was common in Life, for good People to have bad - Children."?

To th' winds, whofe pity, fighing back again,

Did us but loving wrong.

Mira. Alack! what trouble

Was I then to you?

Pro. O! a cherubim

Thou waft, that did preferve me: Thou didst fmile,
Infused with a fortitude from heav'n,

(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 should enfue.

Mira. How came we a-fhore?

Pro. By providence divine.

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

Out of his charity (being then appointed

Mafter of this defign) did give us, with

Rich garments, linnens, ftuffs, and neceffaries,

Which fince have fteeded much. So 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. Would I might

But ever fee that man!

Pro. Now, I arife:

Sit ftill, and hear the last of our fea-forrow.
Here in this ifland 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,
you, Sir,

(For ftill 'tis beating in my mind) your reafon For raising this fea-ftorm?

Pro. Know thus far forth.

By accident most strange, 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 fortunesyd wom
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 canst not chufe-

SEX JAEO wont es baA grotad Miranda fleeps.
Come away, fervant, come; I'm ready nowed bac
Approach, my Ariel, Come.ebral i grad not zʼom
"Enter Ariel. amloos stal

Ari. All hail, great mafter! grave Sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure: 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 qualities.

Pro. Haft thou, fpirit,

Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bad thee?
Ari. To every Article.

I boarded the King's fhip: now on the beak,
Now in the wafte, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement. Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast, t
The yards, and bolt-fprit, would I flame diftinctly;
Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precurfers
Of dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And fight out-running were not; the fire and cracks
Of fulphurous rearing the moft mighty Neptune
Scem'd to befiege, and make his bold waves tremble;
Yea, his dread trident flake, dud

Pro. My brave, brave fpirit!

Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this coy!
Would not infed his reason?

Ari. Not a foul

But felt a fever of the mind, and plaid

Some tricks of defperation: all, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the veffel,
Then all a-fire with me: the King's fon Ferdinand
With hair up-ftaring (then like reeds, not hair)
Was the first man, that leap'd; cry'd,
"And all the devils are here."

Pro. Why, that's my Spirit!

But was not this nigh fhore?

hell is empty;

Ari. Clofe by, my Master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, fafe?
Ari. Not a hair perish'd:

On their fuftaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before. And as thou badft me,
In troops I have difpers'd them 'bout the ifle:
The King's fon have I landed by himself,
Whom I left cooling of the air with fighs,
In an odd angle of the ifle, and fitting,
His arms in this fad knot.

Pro. Of the King's fhip

The mariners, fay, how thou hast difpos'd,
And all the reft o'th' fleet?

Ari. Safely in harbour

Is the King's fhip; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dft me up at midnight, to fetch dew
From the ftill-vext Bermudas, there fhe's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow'd,

Who, with a charm join'd to their fuffer'd labour,
I've left asleep; and for the reft o'th' fleet
(Which I difpers'd) they all have met again,
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,

Bound fadly home for Naples;

Suppofing, that they faw the King's fhip wreckt,
And his great perfon perish..

Pro. Ariel, thy charge.

Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work,

What is the time o'th' day?

Ari. Paft the mid feafon..

Pro. At least two glaffes; the time 'twixt fix and now Must by us both be spent most preciously.

Ari. Is there more toil? fince 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 canst demand?

Ari. My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out? no more.

Ari. I pr'ythee,

Remember, I have done thee worthy fervice;

Told

Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, ferv'd blott Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou didst promife To bate me a full year.

Pro. Doft thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee??ed not thalam Ari. No.

Pro. Thou doft; and think'st it much to tread the ooze Of the falt deep;、

To run upon the fharp Wind of the North;

To do me business in the veins o'th' earth,
When it is bak'd with froit.

Ari. I do not Sir. MD And

Pro. Thou ly'ft, malignant thing! haft thou forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy.
Was grown into a hoop? haft thou forgot her?
Ari. No, Sir.

Pro. Thou haft: where was, fhe born? fpeak; tell me
Ari. Sir, in Argier.

Pro. Oh, was the fo? Imuft

Once in a month recount what thou haft been,
Which thou forget'ft. This damn'd witch Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold and forceries terrible

To enter human hearing, from Argier,

Thou know't, was banith'd: for one thing she did,
They would not take her life.. Is not this true?
Ari. Ay, Sir.

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by th'failors; thou my flave

As thou report'ft thyfelf, was then her fervant. !

And, for thou waft a fpirit too delicate

To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refufing her grand hefts, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her moft unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprifon'd, thou didit painfully remain

A dozen years, within which space she dy'd,

And left thee there: where thou didst vent thy groans, As faft as mill-wheels ftrike. Then was this Island (Save for the fon that the did litter here,