Mir. More to know "T is time Did never meddle with my thoughts. Pros. I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, So: [Lays down his mantle. Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. For thou must now know farther. You have often Mir. Pros. 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? 30 I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not 40 Out three years old. Mir. Certainly, sir, I can. Pros. By what? by any other house or person? Of any thing the image tell me that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mir. "T is far off And rather like a dream than an assurance Pros. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else Mir. But that I do not. Pros. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since, Thy father was the Duke of Milan and A prince of power. Mir. Sir, are not you my father? Pros. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Mir. O the heavens! 50 What foul play had we, that we came from thence? 60 Or blessed was 't we did? Pros. Both, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence, But blessedly holp hither. Mir. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther. I Pros. My brother and thy uncle, call'd An Be so perfidious! -he whom next thyself And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed Without a parallel; those being all my study, And to my state grew stranger, being transported And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle Dost thou attend me? Mir. Sir, most heedfully. Pros. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them, who to advance and who To trash for over-topping, new created The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em. Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key And suck'd my verdure out on 't. Thou attend'st not. Mir. O, good sir, I do. I Pros. pray thee, mark me. I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind With that which, but by being so retired, O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother Awaked an evil nature; and my trust, Like a good parent, did beget of him A falsehood in its contrary as great 70 80 90 As my trust was; which had indeed no limit, A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, But what my power might else exact, like one To credit his own lie, he did believe He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution, With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing- Mir. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pros. To have no screen between this part he play'd 100 And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend The dukedom yet unbow'd - alas, poor Milan !--To most ignoble stooping. Mir. O the heavens ! Pros. Mark his condition and the event; then tell me If this might be a brother. Mir. I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother : Pros. Now the condition. 120 This King of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; The gates of Milan, and, i' the dead of darkness, 130 Me and thy crying self. Mir. Alack, for pity! I, not remembering how I cried out then, That wrings mine eyes to 't. Pros. Hear a little further And then I 'll bring thee to the present business Which now 's upon 's; without the which this story Were most impertinent. Mir. That hour destroy us? Pros. 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. In few, they hurried us aboard a bark, Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats 140 |