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 dry he was for sway, with the king of Naples 200 The dukedom, yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan!) Mira. O the heavens Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell To think but nobly of my grandmother : "Good wombs have borne bad sons." : Pro. Now the condition. This king of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, Me, and thy crying self. B 210 220 Mira. Mira. Alack, for pity ! I, not remembering how I cry'd out then, Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint, That wrings mine eyes to't. 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 Were most impertinent. Mira. Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us? Pro. Well demanded, wench; 231 My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not z (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set A mark so bloody on the business; but Mira. Alack! what trouble Was I then to you! 241 Pro. O a cherubim Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, Infused with a fortitude from heaven, 251 When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; An An undergoing stomach to bear up Mira. How came we ashore ? Pro. By Providence divine. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that Out of his charity, who being then appointed ness, 260 so, of his gentle. Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, Mira. Would I might But ever see that man! Pro. Now, I arise : Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. 270 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, Bij 280 I find 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; Enter ARIEL. Ariel. 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 Pro. Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bad thee? 290 300 I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Seem'd 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 coil Ari. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd 310 Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and 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! Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? On their sustaining garments not a blemish, But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me, In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting, His arms in this sad knot. The mariners, say how thou hast dispos'd, And all the rest o' the fleet? Ari. Safely in harbour Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once 320 330 |