If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam❜st here, How thou cam'st here thou mayst. 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 A princess, no worse issued. Mira. O, the heavens ! 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 heaved thence; But blessedly holp hither. Mira. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther. I Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio, pray Without a parallel: those being all my study, And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleDost thou attend me? Mira. Sir, most heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them, whom to advance, and whom To trash for overtopping,— -new created The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed them, Or else new form'd them; having both the key Mira. O good sir, I do. Pro. As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, To credit his own lie,-he did believe He was indeed the duke; out of the substitution, Dost thou 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 He thinks me now incapable: confederates Mira. O the heavens ! Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me, If this might be a brother. I should sin Mira. Pro. To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not remembering how I cried out then, 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 My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not, So dear the love my people bore me,-nor set Mira. 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 raised in me An undergoing stomach, 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-being then appointed Master of this design-did give us; with Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me, Mira. But ever see that man! Pro. 'Would I might Now I arise :- [Resumes his mantle. Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm? Pro. Know thus far forth. A most auspicious star; whose influence choose. Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, And give it way;-I know thou canst not [MIRANDA sleeps. Come away, servant, come! I am ready now; Approach, my Ariel; come! Enter ARIEL. Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail I come |