I have with fuch provifion in mine art (4) Which thou heard 'ft cry, which thou faw'ft fink: fit down. Mira. You have often Begun to tell me what I am, but stopt, Pro. The hour's now come, The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; I do not think, thou canft; for then thou waft not Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can. Pro. By what by any other house, or perfon Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept in thy remembrance. Mira. 'Tis far off; And rather like a dream, than an assurance (4) Provifion in mine art.] This is the reading of the aft fol edition, which I have therefore restored. The word compaffion cook place afterwards, I prefume, from the mistake of the Printers, who threw their eyes twice inadvertently on the preceding line, where this word is, and fo happen'd to fubftitute it. is no. (5) is no foyle,] i. e. no damage, lofs, detriment. The two old Folio's read, foul which will not agree in Grammar with the following part of the fentence. Mr. Riwe first substituted-no foul loft, which does not much mend the matter, taking the context. together. Foyle is a word familiar with our Poet, and in fome degreefynonymous to perdition in the next line. So in the beginning of the third act of this play, but fome defect in her Did quarrel with the nobleft grace the ow'd, And put it to the foil. i. e abated, undid it. (6) out three years old ] This is the old reading: 'tis true, the expreffion is obfolete, but it fupply'd the fenfe of, full out, out-right, on right-out, as in the fourth act of this play; Swears, he will fhoot no more, but play with fparrows, B.4 That That my remembrance warrants. Had I not Pro. Thou hadft, and more, Miranda but how is it, That this lives in thy mind? what feeft thou elfe In the dark back-ward and abyfme of time? If thou remember'ft ought, ere thou cam'it here; How thou camft here, thou may'ft. Mira. But that I do not. I Pro.'Tis twelve yearsfince, Miranda; twelve years fince, Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and A Prince of pow'r. Mira. Sir, are not you my father? Pre. Thy moth was a piece of virtue, and She faid, thou wait my daughter; and thy father Was Duke of Milan, and his only heir A Princess, no worfe iffu'd. Mira. O the heav'ns! What foul play had' we, that we came from thence & Or bleed was't, we did? Pro. Both, both, my girl; By foul play (as thou fay'ft) were we heav'd thence Mira. O, my heart bleeds To think o'th'teene that I have turn'd you to, I pray thee, mark me;-(that a brother should Without a parallel; thofe being all my ftudy :) And to my ftate grew ftranger; being tranfported, Mira. Sir, mot heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant fuits, How How to deny them; whom t' advance, and whom The creatures, that were mine; I fay, or chang'd 'em, Pro I pray, thre, mark me then. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated A falfhood in its contrary, as great As my truft was; which had, indeed, no limit, But what my power might elfe exact; like one, To credit his own lye, he did believe. Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no fereen between this part he play'd, And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Abfolute Milan. Me, poor man!--my library Was Dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable: confederates (So dry he was for fway) wi' th' 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 moft ignoble stooping. Mira. O the heav'ns ? Pro. Mark his condition, and th'event; then tell me, If this might be a brother. Mira. I fhould fin, (7) To think but nobly of my grand mother This King of Naples, being an enemy Qut of the Dukedom; and confer fair, Milan, The gates of Milan; and, i' th' dead of darkness, Mira. Alack, for pity! (7) I should fin, To think not nobly of my grandmother ;] This is Mr. Pope's readings from no authority, I prefume: All the copies, that I have feen, have it; to think but nobly, e otherwife than nobly; according to our Author's ufage. So, in Much Ado about Nothing; I know not; if they speak but truth of her, Thefe hands fhall tear her.. And fo in Timon; 4 to bear this, That never knew but better, is fome burden. &c. &c. (3) God wombs have bore had fons. Pro. Now, the condition:] Thos have all the editions divided thefe. Speeches; but, tho' I have pot attempted to regulate them otherwife. I have great fufpicion, that our Author plac'd them thus ; Pro Gond wombs kave bore bgd Jons.- Now, the condition: How could Miranda, that came into this defart and an infant, that had never feen any other creatures of the world, but her father and Calibar, with any propriety be furnish'd 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 bv, to his daughter; implying," that he did very well to think with 5, honour of her anceflor; for that it was common in life, for good people to have bad children.". J,. not rememb'ring how I cry'd out then, Pro. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the prefent bufinefs, Mira. Why did they not That hour deftroy us ? Pro. Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they dark noz (So dear the love my people bore me;) fet A mark fo bloody on the business; but Bore us fome leagues to fea; where they prepar'di Mira. Alack! what trouble Was I then to you? Pro. O a cherubim Thou wait, that did preferve me: Thou didit fmile, Infufed with a fortitude from heav'n, (When I have deck'd the fea with drops full-falt ;. Under my. burden groan'd ;) which rais'd in me An undergoing ftomach, to bear up. Against what should ensue. Mira. How. came we a-fhore ? Pro. By providence divine. Some food we had, and fome fresh water, that, A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Out of his charity (being then appointed" Rich garments, linnens, fluffs, and neceffaries, . |