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O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother
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
He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution,
With all prerogative: - hence his ambition growing, -
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
with the King of Naples
To most ignoble stooping.
alas, poor Milan!
O the heavens!
Pros. Mark his condition, and th' event; then tell me If this might be a brother.
To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Now the condition.
This King of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
Should presently extirpate me and mine
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
Alack, for pity!
I, not remembering how I cried on't 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 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,
A mark so bloody on the business; but
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Was I then to you!
Alack, what trouble
O, a cherubin
Thou wast that did preserve me! Thou didst smile,
When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,
Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me
Against what should ensue.
How came we ashore?
Pros. By Providence divine
Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
Out of his charity, who being then appointed
did give us; with
Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
From mine own library, with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom
But ever see that man!
Would I might
Now 1 arise: :
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
Mir. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir,-
Know thus far forth.
By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune
hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore; and by my prescience
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:
Come away, servant, come! I'm ready now:
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl'd clouds,
Ariel and all his quality.
to thy strong bidding task
Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
Ari. To every article.
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
My brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Would not infect his reason?
But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
But was not this nigh shore?
Why, that's my spirit!
Close by, my master.
Pros. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Not a hair perish'd;
Of the king's ship
The mariners, say how thou hast dispos'd,
Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work.
What is the time o' the day?
Past the mid season.
Pros. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now Must by us both be spent most preciously.
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me.
What is't thou canst demand?
Pros. Before the time be out? no more!