A confidence sans1 bound. He being thus lorded, 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'd, And him he play'd it for, he needs will be The dukedom, yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan!) 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; (1) Without. (2) Thirsty. (3) Consideration. Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not rememb❜ring how I cried out then, That wrings mine eyes. Pro. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which, this story Were most impertinent. Mira. Wherefore did they not 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. Was I then to you! Pro. Alack! what trouble O! a cherubim Thou wast, that did preserve me? Thou didst smile, When I have deck'd2 the sea with drops full salt; Against what should ensue. (1) Suggestion. (2) Sprinkled. (3) Stubborn resolution. Mira. How came we ashore? Pro. By Providence divine. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that Out of his charity (who being then appointed Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, ness, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, Mira. But ever see that man! Pro. 'Would I might Now I arise: Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason Pro. A most auspicious star; whose influence Enter Ariel. Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly, On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task Pro. I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, cursors O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-outrunning were not: the fire, and cracks Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble; Yea, his dread trident shake. Pro. My brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil2 Would not infect his reason? Ari. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation: all, but mariners, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair upstaring (then like reeds, not hair,) Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, And all the devils are here. Pro. Why, that's my spirit! But was not this nigh shore? Close by, my master. Not a hair perish'd; Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Ari. On their sustaining garments not a blemish, But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me, In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle : (1) The minutest article. (2) Bustle, tumult. The king's son have I landed by himself; Pro. Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, Ari. Safely in harbourIs the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid: The mariners all under hatches stowed; Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet, Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: What is the time o' the day? Ari. Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six and now, Must by us both be spent most preciously. Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Pro. What is't thou canst demand? Ari. How now ? moody? My liberty. pray thee Pro. Before the time be out? no more. (1) Bermudas. (2) Wave. |