Was duke of Milan; and his only heir Mira. O, the heavens ! What foul play had we, that we came from thence ? Pro. Both, both, my girl : By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence ; Mira. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, 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; whom to advance, and whom To trash for over-topping ;* new created The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd them, Or else new form'd them having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st not : pray thee, mark me. Mira. O good sir, I do. Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate To closeness, and the bettering of my mind With that, which, but by being so retir'd, O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother [4] A trash is a term still in use among hunters, to denote a piece of leather, couples, or any other weight fastened round the neck of a dog, when his speed is superior to the rest of the pack; i. e. when he over-tops them, when he hunts too quick. C. Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust, As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, To credit his own lie," he did believe Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'a 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, 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 most ignoble stooping. Mira. O the heavens ! Pro. Mark his condition, and the 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 ; Fated to th❜ purpose, did Antonio open [5i. e. By often repeating the same story, made his memory such a sinner unto truth, as to credit his own lie. A miserable delusion, to which story-tellers are frequently subject. WARB. The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, 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. Pro. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Mira. Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us? Pro. Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not; (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set A mark so bloody on the business; but With colours fairer painted their foul ends. ; Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd Mira. Alack! what trouble Was I then to you! Pro. O a cherubim Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; 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, (who being then appointed with Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness, 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. Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit 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, A most auspicious star; whose influence Will ever after droop.-Here cease more questions; Approach, my Ariel; come. Enter ARIEL. Ari. 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 Ariel, and all his quality. Pro. Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak," 8 Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, [S] Dr. Warburton rightly observes, that this sleepiness, which Prospero by his art had brought upon Miranda, and of which he knew not how soon the effect would begin, makes him question her so often whether she is attentive to his story. JOHNSON. [7] The beak was a strong pointed body at the head of the ancient gallies; it is used here for the forecastle, or the bowsprit. JOHNSON. [8] The part between the quarter-deck and the forecastle. JOHNSON. I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide, 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 Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners, Pro. Why, that's my spirit! On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Pro. Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, Ari. Safely in harbour Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid: [9] Fletcher, in his Women Pleased, says, "The devil should think of purchasing that egg-shell to victual out a witch for the Beermoothes." Smith, in his account of these islands, p. 172, says, "that the Bermudas were so fearful to the world, that many called them the Isle of Devils."-P. 174. "to all seamen no less |