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 As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie, he did believe 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 The dukedom, yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan !), Mira. O the heavens ! Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then If this might be a brother. Mira. I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother: Now the condition. · Pro. The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, Me, and thy crying self. Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not rememb❜ring how I cried out then, Will cry it o'er again; it is a hintt, That wrings mine eyes. Pro. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which, this story My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst (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. Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd Consideration. + Suggestion. To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh Mira. Was I then to you ! Pro.. Alack! what trouble O! a cherubim Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me An undergoing stomacht, 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, Out of his charity (who being then appointed Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, ness, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, From my own library, with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. Mira. But ever see that man! Pro. '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 (For still 'tis beating in my mind), your reason Pro. Know thus far forth. By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, • Sprinkled.. + Stubborn resolution. Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies A most auspicious star; whose influence Will ever after droop.-Here cease more questions; Enter Ariel. 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; to thy strong bidding, task Ariel, and all his quality. Pro. Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly; 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. Ari. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Why, that's my spirit! Close by, my master. Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Not a hair perish'd; On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Pro. Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, Safely in harbour Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, Bound sadly home for Naples ; Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, And his great person perish. Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: What is the time o' the day? |