I have with such provision in mine art Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down; For thou must now know further. You have often Mira. Pro. The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey, and be attentive. Can'st thou remember I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast not Mira. Certainly, sir, I can. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mira. 'Tis far off; And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants: Had I not Four or five women once, that tended me? Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: But how is it, That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, Mira. But that I do not. Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since, Thy father was the duke of Milan, and A prince of power. Mira. Sir, are not you my father? Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father Was duke of Milan; and his only heir A princess;-no worse issued. 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 heaved thence; But blessedly holp hither. Mira. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turned you to, I pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should Without a parallel; those being all my study, And to my state grew stranger, being transported, Mira. Sir, most heedfully. To trash for overtopping; new created The creatures that were mine; I say, or changed them, Or else new formed them; having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts i' th' state To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was And sucked my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not. Mira. Pro. I pray thee mark me. one, Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, 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; The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cry'd out then, Will cry it o'er again: it is a hirt, 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. That hour destroy us? Pro. 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 prepared T A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigged, Mira. Was I then to you! Pro. Alack! what trouble O! a cherubim Thot wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, When I have decked 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 Out of his charity, (who being then appointed Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness, I prize above my dukedom. Mira. But ever see that man! Pro. Sit still, Here in 'Would I might Now I arise: and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit Mira. (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason Pro. I pray Know thus far forth. By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, If now Will ever after droop.-Here cease more questions; Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, 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 curled clouds: to thy strong bidding, task Hast thou, spirit, Pro. I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Pro. Ari. Not a soul On their sustaining garments not a blemish, |