To clofeness, and the bettering of my mind, Like a good parent, did beget of him As my truft was; which had, indeed, no limit, To credit his own lie, he did believe He was, indeed, the Duke; from substitution, With all prerogative. Hence his ambition growing- MIRA. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafness. PRO. To have no fcreen between this part he plaid, And him he plaid it for, he needs will be Abfolute Milan. Me, poor man !-my library Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable: confederates, So dry he was for fway, wi'th' king of Naples To give him annual tribute, do him homage; Subject his coronet to his crown; and bend The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan!) To most ignoble stooping. MIRA. O the heav'ns! PRO. Mark his condition, and th' event; then tell me, If this might be a brother. MIRA. I fhould fin, To think but nobly of my grandmother; Good wombs have bore bad fons. PRO. Now the condition: This king of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's fuit; Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, The gates of Milan; and, i'th' dead of darkness, MIRA. Alack, for pity! I, not remembring how I cry'd out then, Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint, That wrings mine eyes to't. PRO. 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. MIRA. Why did they not That hour destroy us? PRO. Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durft not, A mark fo bloody on the bufinefs; but Bore us fome leagues to fea; where they prepar'd A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, MIRA. Alack! what trouble Was I then to you? PRO. O a cherubim Thou waft, that did preserve me : Thou didst smile, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full falt; Against what fhould ensue. MIRA. How came we afhore? PRO. By providence divine. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Out of his charity, being then appointed Master of this defign, did give us, with Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and neceffaries, Which fince have steeded much. So of his gentleness, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From my own library, with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. MIRA. Would I might But ever fee that Man! PRO. Now, I arife : Sit ftill, and hear the last of our sea forrow. Here in this ifland we arriv'd, and here Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit Than other Princes can, that have more time MIRA. Heav'ns thank you fort't! And now, I pray, you, (For ftill 'tis beating in my mind) your reason For raifing this fea-storm? PRO. Know thus far forth, By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, And give it way-[afide.] I know thou canst not chufe [Miranda fleeps. Come away, fervant, come; I'm ready now: Approach, my Ariel, come.” SCENE III. Enter Ariel. ARI. All hail, great mafter! 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 curl'd clouds: to thy ftrong bidding task Ariel, and all his quality. PRO. Haft thou, fpirit, Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bad thee? ARI. To every article. I boarded the king's ship: now on the beak, Now in the waste, the deck, in every cabin, And fight out-running were not; the fire and cracks PRO. My brave spirit! Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this coyle ARI. Not a foul But felt a fever of the mad, and plaid Some tricks of defperation: all, but mariners, Was the first man, that leap'd; cry'd, "hell is empty; "And all the devils are here." PRO. Why, that's my spirit! But was not this nigh fhore? On their sustaining garments not a blemish, |