BOATS. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; fet her two courses; off to fea again, lay her off. Enter MARINERS wet. MAR. All loft! to prayers, to prayers! all loft! [Exeunt. BOATS. What, muft our mouths be cold? GON. The king and prince at prayers! let us affift them, For our cafe is as theirs. SEB. I am out of patience. ANT. We're merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. This wide-chopp'd rascal ;-'Would, thou might'st lie drowning, The washing of ten tides! GON. He'll be hang'd yet; Though every drop of water fwear against it, And gape at wid'ft to glut him. [A confufed noife within.] Mercy on us!—We split, we split !-Farewell, my wife and children!-Farewell, brother!-We split, we split, we split ANT. Let's all fink with the king. SEB. Let's take leave of him. [Exit. [Exit. GON. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of fea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing: The wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry death! [Exit. SCENE II. The island: before the cell of PROSPERO. MIRA. If by your art, my dearest father, you have The sky, it seems, would pour down ftinking pitch, With those that I faw fuffer! a brave veffel, Who had no doubt fome noble creatures in her, Have funk the fea within the earth, or e'er PRO. Be collected; No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, MIRA. O, woe the day! PRO. No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who MIRA. More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. PRO. 'Tis time I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, [Lays down his mantle. And pluck my magick garment from me.-So; Lie there my art. Wipe thou thine - The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd Which thou heard'ft cry, which thou faw'ft fink. Sit down; ་ For thou must now know further. MIRA. You have often Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd PRO. The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; I do not think thou can'ft; for then thou waft not MIRA. Certainly, fir, I can. PRO. By what? by any other house, or person? Hath kept with thy remembrance. And rather like a dream, than an affurance Four or five women once, that 'tended me? PRO. Thou had'ft, and more, Miranda: But how is it, If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here,' MIRA. But that I do not. PRO, Twelve years fince, Miranda, twelve years fince, 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 waft 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? Or bleffed was't, we did? PRO. Both, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou fay'st, were we heav'd thence; MIRA. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,' Which is from my remembrance! Please you, I further. PRO. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio,pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should Be fo perfidious!—he whom, next thyself, Without a parallel; thofe being all my study, And to my state grew ftranger, being transported, MIRA. Sir, moft heedfully, PRO. Being once perfected how to grant fuits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash for over-topping; new created The creatures that were mine; I fay, or chang'd them, Or else new-form'd them: having both the key Of officer and office, fet all hearts 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'st not: I pray thee, mark me. MIRA. O good fir, I do. PRO. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate As my truft was; which had, indeed, no limit, But what my power might elfe exact,-like one, To credit his own lie,-he did believe MIRA. Your tale, fir, would cure deafness. PRO. To have no screen between this part he play'd 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. |