SCENE II. The Island: before the cell of PROSPERO. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Miranda. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel, Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and I have done nothing but in care of thee, Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, Mira. More to know 'Tis time Did never meddle with my thoughts. Pro. I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, The direful spectacle of the wrack, which touch'd Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. For thou must now know farther. You have often Mira. Pro. The hour's now come: The very minute bids thee ope thine ear: I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Mira. Certainly, sir, I can. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mira. 'Tis far off, And rather like a dream than an assurance Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it, That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else How thou cam'st here, thou may'st. Mira. But that I do not. Pro. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since, Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and A Prince of power. Mira. Sir, are not you my father? Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father Was Duke of Milan, and his only heir And Princess, no worse issued. O, the heavens! Mira. What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't, we did? Pro. Both, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; But blessedly holp hither. Mira. Without a parallel: those being all my study, And to my State grew stranger, being transported, Mira. Sir, most heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them, who t' advance, and who To trash for over-topping. new created The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd 'em, Of officer and office, set all hearts i' th' State Pro. As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, To credit his own lie- he did believe like one, He was indeed the Duke; out o' th' substitution, And executing th' outward face of royalty, With all prerogative: - hence his ambition Growing, Mira. Dost thou hear? 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 dry he was for sway) wi' th' King of Naples To give him annual tribute, do him homage, Mira. O the heavens ! Pro. Mark his condition, and th' event; then tell me, If this might be a brother. Mira. I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother: Pro. Now the condition. This King of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; The gates of Milan; and, i' th' 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 hint, That wrings mine eyes to 't. Pro. Hear a little farther, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now 's upon 's; without the which this story Were most impertinent. Mira. That hour destroy us? Wherefore did they not |