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And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st
not: I pray thee, mark me. Mira.
O good sir, I do. Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate To closeness, and the bettering of my mind With that, which, but by being so retir'd, O’er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother, Awak'd an evil nature : and my trust, Like a good parent, did beget of him A falsehood, in its contrary as great As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Not only with what my revenue yielded, But what my power might else exact-like one, Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie-he did believe He was the duke; out of the substitution, And executing the outward face of royalty, With all prerogative :-Hence his ambition Growing,-Dost hear?
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. 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 dryt he was for sway) with 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. Mira.
O the heavens ! Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then
If this might be a brother.
I should sin
Now the condition.
that he in lieu* o'the premises,
Alack, for pity!
Hear a little further,
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 prepar'd 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 cry to the sea that roard to us; to sigh
Alack! what trouble
O! a cherubim
How came we ashore !
'Would I might
Now I arise : Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. 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 so careful. Mira. Heavens thank you for't! 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,
+ Stubborn resolution.
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
[Miranda sleeps. Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Approach, my Ariel ; come.
Ari. All hai), great master! grave sir, hail! I
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, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flam'd amazement: sometimes, I'd divide, And burn in many places; on the top-mast, The yards, and bowsprit, would I fame distinctly; Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings, the pre
cursors O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-outrunning were not; the fire, and cracks Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem'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 coilt Would not infect his reason?
• The minutest article.
† Bustle, tumult,
Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation: all, but mariners, Plung'd in the foaming brine, aud 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 ! But was not this nigh shore? Ari.
Close by, my master. Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Ari.
Not a hair perish'd;
of the king's ship,
Safely in harbour
Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: What is the time o' the day?