But how is it Pros. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else 50 But that I do not. Mir. Mir. Sir, are not you my father? Pros. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Mir. Pros. Mir. She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father A princess, no worse issued. O the heavens! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? 60 Both, both, my girl: O, my heart bleeds Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther. Pros. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio,— Without a parallel; those being all my study, 70 The government I cast upon my brother, And to my state grew stranger, being transported Mir. Sir, most heedfully. 80 Pros. Being once perfected how to grant suits, And suck'd my verdure out on 't. Thou attend'st not. Mir. O, good sir, I do. Pros. I pray thee, mark me. 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 90 ΙΟΟ He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution, Mir. With all prerogative:-hence his ambition grow ing, Dost thou hear? Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.) Pros. 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, wi' the King of Naples 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. Mir. O the heavens! Pros. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me I should sin Mir. Pros. III Now the condition. 120 The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, 130 Me and thy crying self. Mir. Pros. Mir. Pros. Alack, for pity! I, not remembering how I cried out then, That wrings mine eyes to 't. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon 's; without the which, this Mir. Pros. story Were most impertinent. That hour destroy us? Wherefore did they not Well demanded, wench: My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not, So dear the love my people bore me; nor set 141 Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, 150 Was I then to you! Alack, what trouble O, a cherubin Thou didst smile, Thou wast that did preserve me. Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt, Against what should ensue. hey you, archear Listen, don't be stupid. This is God- To you read. To The reader: From Philosopher and Wise man - I can Promise ·Mir. Pros. Act I. Sc. ii. you don't read stupidity and found THE TEMPEST knowled, Pros. By Providence divine. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that 160 Out of his charity, who being then appointed Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries, ness, Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me But ever see that man! Would I might Now I arise: [Resumes his mantle. Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. 170 Mir. Heavens thank you for 't! And now, I pray you, Pros. For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason Know thus far forth. By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, Brought to this shore; and by my prescience 180 A most auspicious star, whose influence. If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions: |