The washing of ten tides!

Gonz. He'll be hang'd yet,

Though every drop of water fwear against it,

And gape at wid't to glut him.

A confufed noife within ] Mercy on us!

We fplit, we fplit! Farewel, my Wife and Children !
Brother, farewel! we split, we split, we split!
Ant. Let's all fink with the King.

Seb. Let's take leave of him.

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[Exit. [Ext.

Gonz. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of fea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing; the wills above be done, but I would fain

die a dry death!

[Exit.

SCENE changes to a Part of the 'Inchanted Ifland, near the Cell of Prospero.

Enter Profpero and Miranda.

Mira. 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,
But that the fea, mounting to th' welkin's cheek,
Dafhes the fire out. O! I have fuffer'd

With thole that I faw fuffer: a brave veffel

(Who had, no doubt, fome noble creatures in her)
Dafh'd all to pieces. O! the cry did knock
Against my very heart: poor fouls, they perifh'd!
Had I been any God of Pow'r, I would
Have funk the fea within the earth; or ere
It fhould the good fhip fo have fwallow'd, and
The fraighting fouls within her.

Pro. Be collected;

No more amazement; tell your piteous heart,
There's no harm done.

Mira, O wo the day!

Pro. No harm.

I have done nothing but in care of thee,

(Of thee my dear one, thee my daughter) who Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Of whence I am, nor that I am more better

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Than Profpero, master of a full poor cell,

And thy no greater father.

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Mira.

Mira. More to know

Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Pro. 'Tis time,

1 fhould inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
And pluck my magick garment from me: fo!

[Lays down his mantle. L'e there my Art. Wipe thou thine eyes, have comfort. The direful fpectacle of the wrack, which touch'd The very virtue of compaffion in thee, I have with fuch provifion in mine art So fafely order'd, that there is no foyle No not fo much perdition as an hair Betid to any creature in the veffel

Which thou heard 'ft cry, which thou saw'A fink: fit down.

For thou must now know farther.

Mira. You have often

Begun to tell me what I am, but stopt,
And left me to a bootlefs inquifition;
Concluding, Stay; not yet.

Pro. The hour's now come,

The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember
A time, before we came unto this cell?

I do not think, thou canft; for then thou waft not
Out three years

old.

Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can.

Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that

Hath kept in thy remembrance.

Mira. 'Tis far off;

And rather like a dream, than an affurance

That my remembrance warrants.

Had I not

Four, or five, women once, that tended me?

Pro. Thou hadft, and more, Miranda: but how is it, That this lives in thy mind? what feest thou elfe

In the dark back-ward and aby fme of time?

If thou remember'ft ought, ere thou cam'st here;
How thou cam'ft here, thou may'ft.

Mira. But that I do not..

Pro. 'Tis twelve years fince, Miranda; twelve years fince, Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and

A Prince of Pow's..

Mira. Sir, are not you my father?

Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She laid, thou waft my daughter; and thy Father Was Duke of Milan, and his only heir

A Princefs, no worse iffu'd.

Mira. O the heav'ns!

What foul play had we, that, we came from thence?
Or bleffed was't, we did?

Pro. Both, both, my girl:

By foul play (as thou fay'ft) were we heav'd thence; But bleffedly help'd hither.

Mira. O, my heart bleeds

To think o'th' teene that I have turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance. Please you, farther
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio
I pray thee, mark me; (that a brother should
Be fo perfidious!) he whom next thy felf
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
The manage of my ftate; (as, at that time,
Through all the fignories it was the first;
And Profpero the prime Duke, being fo reputed
In dignity; and for the liberal arts,

Without a parallel, thofe being all my study :)
The government I caft upon my brother,
And to my ftate grew ftranger; being transported,
And rapt in fecret ftudies. Thy falfe uncle-
(Doft thou attend me?)

Mira. Sir, moft heedfully.

Pro. Being once perfected how to grant fuits,

How to deny them; whom t'advance, and whom

To trash for over-topping; new created

The creatures, that were mine; I fay, or chang'd 'em,›
Or elfe new form'd 'em; having both the key
Of officer and office, fet all hearts i'th' ftate
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,
And fuckt my verdure out on't.-

Mira. Good Sir, I do.

Thou attend'ft not.”

Pro. I pray thee, mark me then.
I thus neglecting wordly ends, all dedicated
To clofenefs, and the bettering of my mind,
With that which, but by beir g fo retired,

O'er

O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother
Awak'd an evil nature; and my truft
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falfhood in its contrary, as great

As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
A confidence fans bound. He being thus lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might elfe exact; like one,
Who having into truth, by telling of it,
Made fuch a finner of his memory,

To credit his own lie, he did believe

He was, indeed, the Duke; from fubftitution,
And executing th' outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative. Hence his ambition growing
Doft thou hear?

Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafness.

Pro. To bave no fcreen between this part he plaid,
And him he plaid 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 i
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 ftooping.

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,

To think but nobly of my grand-mother;
Good wombs have bore bad fons.

Pro. Now the condition:

This King of Naples, being an enemy

To me inveterate, hearks my brother's fuit,
Which was, that he in lieu o'th' premises,

Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,
Should prefently extirpate me and mine
Out of the Dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, on my brother. Whereon
A treacherous army levy'd, one mid-night
Fated to the purpose, did Anthonie open

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The gates of Milan; and, i'th' dead of darkness,
The minifters for th' purpofe hurry'd thence
Me, and thy crying felf.

Mira. Alack, for pity!

I, not remembring 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 prefent bufinefs,
Which now's upon's, without the which this story
Were moft impertinent.

Mira. Why did they not
That hour destroy us?

Pro. Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that queftion. Dear, they durft not (So dear the love my people bore me;) fet A mark fo bloody on the bufinefs; bot With colours fairer painted their foul ends. In few, they hurry'd us aboard a bark; Bore us fome leagues to feas where they prepar'd A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, fail, nor maft; the very rats Inftinctively had quit it: there they hoift us To cry to th' fea, that roar'd to us; to figh To th' winds, whofe pity, fighing back againg Did us but loving wrong.

Mira. Alack! what trouble

Was I then to you?

Pro. O! a cherubim

Thou waft, that did preferve me: Thou didst faile,
Infufed with a fortitude from heav'n,

(When I have deck'd the fea with drops ful-falt;
Under my burthen groan'd;) which rais'd in me
An undergoing ftomach, to bear up

Againft what Thould-enfue,

Mira. How came we 2-fhore?

Pro. By providence divine.

Some food we had, and fome fresh water, that

A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Out of his charity (being then appoi ved
Mafter of this defign) did give us, with
Rich garments, lingens, stuffs, and necefferies

Which