Pro. Being once perfected how to grant fuits,
How to deny them; whom t' advance, and whom
To trash for overtopping; 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 fuck'd my verdure out on't.-
-Thou attend'ft not.

Mira. Good Sir, I do.

Pro. I pray thee, mark me then.

I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To clofenefs, and the bettering of my mind,.
With that which, but by being fo retired,.
C'erpriz'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 falfehood 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 else exact; like one,.
Who having, unto truth, by telling oft,
Made fuch a finner of his memory,

To credit his own lye; he did believe

He was indeed the Duke, from substitution,
And execating th' outward face of royalty,

With all prerogative. Hence his ambition growing-
Doft thou hear?

Mira.. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafness.

Pro. To have no fcreen between this part he play'd, And him he play'd 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 To give him annual tribute, do him homage ;: Subje&t 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 grandmother;
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' pre.niffes,
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.
A treacherous army levy'd, one midnight
Fated to th' purpose, did Anthonio open

Whereon

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

Mira. Alack, for pity!

I, not rememb'ring 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 business,
Which now's upon's.; without the which this ftory

Were most 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) set

A mark fo bloody on the bufinefs; but

With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurry'd us aboard a bark;

Bore us fome leagues to fea; where they prepar'di
A rotten carcafe 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 again,
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 didft fimile,
Infused with a fortitude from heav'n,

(When I have mock'd the sea with drops full-falt;
Under my burthen gron'd); which rais'd in me
An undergoing ftomach, to bear up

Against what should enfue.

Mira. How came we a-fhore?

Pro. By providence divine..

Some food we had, and fome fresh water, that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Out of his charity (being then appointed
Mafter of this defign) did give us, with

Rich garments, linens, ftuffs, and neceffaries,

Which fince have steeded much. So of his gentleness,
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me
From my own library, with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.

Mira. Would I might

But ever fee that man!

Pro. Now, I arife :

Sit ftill, and hear the laft of our fea-forrow.
Here in this ifland we arriv'd, and here
Have I, thy schoolmafter, made thee more profit
Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not fo careful.,

Mira. Heav'ns thank you for't! And now, I pray you, Sir,

(For ftill 'tis beating in my mind) your reafon: For raifing this fea-ftorm?

Pro. Know thus far forth,

By accident moft ftrange, bountiful Fortune
(Now my dear lady) hath mine enemies

Brought to this fhore: and, by nry prescience
I find, my zenith doth depend upon

A moft aufpicious ftar; whofe influence.

If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes

Will ever after droop.- Here ceafe more queftions ;;
Thou art inclin'd to fleep. 'Tis a good dulness,
And give it way; I know, thou canst not chufe-
[Miranda Лleeps

Come away, fervant, come; I'm ready now :
Approach, my Ariel. Come.

SCENE III. Enter Ariel.

Ari. All hail, great mafter! grave Sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure: be't to fly ;

To fwim; to dive into the fire; to ride

On the curl'd clouds to thy ftrong bidding task
Ariel, and all his qualities.

Pro. Haft thou, fpirit,

Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bade thee?
Ari. To every article.

I boarded the King's fhip: now on the beak,
Now in the wafte, the deck, in every cabbin,
I flam'd amazement. Sometimes I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast,
The yards, and bolt-fprit, would I flame diftinctly;
Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precurfers
Of dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary

And fight out-running were not; the fire and cracks
Of fulphurous roaring the moft mighty Neptune
Seem'd to befiege, and make his bold waves tremble;
Yea, his dread trident shake.

Pro. My brave, brave spirit!

Who was fo firm, so constant, that this coil
Would not infect his reafon ?

Ari. Not a foul

But felt a fever of the mind, and play'd

Some tricks of defperation: all, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the veffel,
Then all a-fire with me: the King's fon Ferdinand
With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair)
Was the firft man that leap'd, cry'd, "Hell is empty;
"And all the devils are here.

Pro. Why, that's my spirit!

But was not this nigh shore?
Ari. Close by, my mafter.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, fafe?
Ari. Not a hair perish'd :

On their fuftaining garments not a blemish,

But fresher than before. And as thou bad'ft me,
In troops I have difpers'd them 'bout the isle :

The King's fon have I landed by himself,

Whom I left cooling of the air with fighs,
In an odd angle of the ifle, and fitting,
His arms in this fad knot.

Pro. Of the King's fhip

The mariners, fay how thou haft difpos'd,
And all the reft o' th' fleet?

Ari. Safely in harbour

Is the King's hip; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dft me up at midnight, to fetch dew
From the ftill-vex'd Bermoothes

there fhe's hid:

The mariners all under hatches ftow'd,

Who, with a charm join'd to their fuffered labour,
I've left afleep; and for the reft o' th' fleet,

(Which I difpers'd), they all have met again,
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound fadly home for Naples;

Suppofing that they faw the King's fhip wreck'd,
And his great perfon perifh.

Pro. Ariel, thy charge

Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work :
What is the time o' th' day?

Ari. Paft the mid feason, at least two glaffes.
Pro. The time 'twixt fix and now

Muft by us both be fpent most preciously.

Ari. Is there more toil? fince thou doft give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou haft promis'd,

Which is not yet perform'd me.

Pro. How now ? moody?

What is't thou canft demand?

Ari. My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out? no more.

Ari. I pr'ythee,

Remember, I have done thee worthy fervice;

This is the Spanish pronunciation of Bermudas: the account of which ifland. in Purchas's pilgrimage, is, that it was called the island of devils, and the inchanted island; these names being given it from the monstrous tempefts which there have been often fuftained. And again, fpeaking of the whole cluster of islands with which the great one is furrounded, he faith, The islands feem rent with tempefts of thunder, lightning, and rain, which threaten, in time, to devour them all.