Mir. Pros. Mir. To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; 125 The gates of Milan; and, i̇' the dead of dark ness, The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, That wrings mine eyes to't. 130 134 Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business story Were most impertinent. Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us? Pros. Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not (So dear the love my people bore me) set A mark so bloody on the business; but 140 Mir. With colours fairer painted their foul ends. In few, they hurried us aboard a bark, Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared Pros. Mir. A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; Instinctively have quit it. the very rats 145 There they hoist us, To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigh To the winds whose pity, sighing back again, 150 Was I then to you! 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 rais'd in me Against what should ensue. Pros. By Providence divine. 155 How came we ashore? Some food we had and some fresh water that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Out of his charity, who being then appointed 160 Mir. Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, ness, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me 165 Would I might But ever see that man! Pros. Now I arise. [Puts on his robe.] Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. 170 Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Mir. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir, Pros. For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason 175 Know thus far forth. Brought to this shore; and by my prescience 180 A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop. Here cease more ques Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, 185 Enter Ariel. Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure, be't to fly, Pros. To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride 190 On the curl'd clouds. To thy strong bidding task Ariel and all his quality. Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? Ari. To every article. 195 I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, 200 Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the pre cursors O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary cracks Pros. Ari. Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake. 205 My brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Not a soul Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners 210 nand, With hair up-staring, hair, then like reeds, not Was the first man that leap'd; cried, "Hell is Close by, my master. Not a hair perish'd; Ari. On their sustaining garments not a blemish, isle. The King's son have I landed by himself, C 220 |