Sebaf. I'm out of Patience. Ant. We are meerly cheated of our Lives by Drunkards, This wide-chopt Rafcal—would thou might ft lye drowning the washing of ten Tides. Gonz. He'll be hang'd yet, Though every Drop of Water fwear against it, And gape at wid'ft to glut him. Mercy on us. [A confufed Noife within. We fplit, we fplit: Farewel my Wife and Children, Ant. Let's all fink with the King. Seb. Let's take leave of him. [Exit. Gonz. Now would I give a thousand Furlongs of Sea 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. Enter Profpero and Miranda. Mira. If by your Art (my dearest Father) you have Pro. Be collected; No more Amazement; tell your piteous Heart, Mira. O wo, the Day. Pro. No harm. I have done nothing but in Care of thee Than Than Profpero, Master of a full Did never meddle with my Thoughts. I fhould inform thee farther. Lend thy Hand, Lye there my Art. Wipe thou thine Eyes, have Comfort, The very Virtue of Compaffion in thee, I have with fuch Compaffion in mine Art Which thou heard'ft cry, which thou faw'ft fink: Mira. You have often Begun to tell me what I am, but stopt, Pro, The Hour's now come, The very Minute bids thee ope thine Ear, I do not think thou canft, for then thou waft not Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can. Pro. By what? by any other House, or Perfon? 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 hadft, and more, Miranda: But how is it That this lives in thy Mind? What seeft thou elfe In the dark backward and Abyfme of Time? If thou remembreft ought e'er thou cam'ft here, Mira. But that I do not. Pro. Twelve Year fince, Miranda, twelve Year fince Thy Thy Father was the Duke of Millan, and A Prince of Power. Mira. Sir, are not you my Father? Pro. Thy Mother was a piece of Virtue, and Mira. O the Heav'ns, What foul Play had we that we came from thence? Pro. Both, both, my Girl: By foul Play (as thou fayeft) were we heav'd thence, Mira. O my Heart bleeds To think o'th' teene that I have turn'd you to, Without a Parallel; thofe being all my Study; Mira. Sir, most heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant Suits, The Creatures that were mine, I fay, or chang'd 'em, Pro. I pray thee mark me: I thus neglecting worldly Ends, all dedicated As my Truft was; which had indeed no Limit, To credit his own Lie, he did believe Mira. Your Tale, Sir, would cure Deafness. Pro. To have no Screen between this Part he plaid, Mira. Oh the Heav'ns! Pro. Mark his Condition, and th' Event, then tell me If this might be a Brother. Mira. Ifhould fin, To think but nobly of my Grand-mother; Good Wombs have born bad Sons. Pro. Now the Condition: This King of Naples being an Enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my Brother's Suit; Of Homage, and I know not how much Tribute, Qut Out of the Dukedom, and confer fair Millan, The Gates of Millan, and i' th' dead of Darkness Mira. Alack for pity! I not remembring how I cry'd out then it o'er again; it is a hint Will cry That wrings mine Eyes to't. Pro. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present Business Mira. Wherefore did they not That Hour destroy us? Pro. Well demanded, Wench; My Tale provokes that Queftion. Dear, they durft not; So dear the Love my People bore me: Nor fet A Mark fo bloody on the Bufinefs; but Nor Tackle, nor Sail, nor Maft; the very Rats Mira. Alack! what Trouble Was I then to you? Pro. O! a Cherubim Thou waft that did preferve me: Thou didst fmile, Infufed with a Fortitude from Heav'n, When I have deck'd the Sea with Drops full falt, Against what should enfue. Mira. How came we a-fhore? Pro. By Providence divine; Some |