صور الصفحة
النشر الإلكتروني

like one,

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
Awak’d an evil nature; and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falfhood in its contrary as great
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
A confidence fans bound. He being thus lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what power might else exact ;
Who having into truth, by telling of it,
Made such a finner of his memory,
To credit his own lie, he did believe
He was, indeed, the Duke; from substitution,
And executing th' outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative. Hence his ambition growing-
Dost thou hear?

MIRA. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafness.

Pro. To have no screen between this part he plaid, And him he plaid it for, he needs will be Absolute 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 should sid,

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 suit ;
Which was, that he in lieu o'th' premises,
Of homage, and I know not how much tributė,
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, on my brother. Whereon
A treacherous army levy'd, one midnight
Fated to th' purpose, did Anthonio open
The gates of Milan; and, i'th' dead of darkness,
The minifters for the purpose hurry'd thence
Me, and thy crying felf.

Mira. Alack, for pity!
I, not remembring how I cry'd out then,
Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint,
That wriags 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 durst not, So dear the love my people bore me, set, A mark so bloody on the business ; but With colours fairer painted their foul ends. In few, they hurry'd us aboard a bark; Bore us some leagues to fea; where they prepar’d

A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us
To cry to th' sea, that roar’d to us; to figh
To th' winds, whose pity, lighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong,

Mira. Alack! what trouble
Was I then to you?

Pro. O! a cherubim Thou wast, that did preserve me : Thou didst smile, Infused with a fortitude from heav'n, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full falt; Under

my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me
An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against what should ensue.

Mira. How came we ashore ?
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 design, did give us, with
Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Which since 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 see that Man

Pro. Now, I arise :
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea sorrow.
Here in this island we arriv'd, and here,
Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit

Than other Princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
Mira. Heav'ns thank you fort't! And now, I pray, you,

(For still 'tis beating in my mind) your reason
For raising this sea-storm?

PRO. Know thus far forth, By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies Brought to this shore: and, by my prescience I find, my Zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star ; whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortnnes Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions; Thou art inclin'd to deep. ?Tis a good duloess, And give it way-[aside.) I know thou canst not chuse.com

[Miranda sleeps. Come away, servant, come ; I'm ready now : Approach, my Ariel, come.


Eater 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 curl'd clouds: to thy strong bidding talk
Ariel, and all his quality.

Pro. Hast thou, spirit,
Perform’d to point the tempeft that I bad thee?

Ari. To every article.
I boarded the king's fhip: now on the beak,

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

Now in the waste, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement. Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places ; on the top-mast,
The yards, and bolt-spirit, would I flame distinctly;
Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors
Of dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And fight out-running were not; the fire and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble;
Yea, his dread trident shake.

Pro. My. brave spirit !
Who was so firm, fó constant, that this coyle
Would not infect his reason?

ARI. Not a foul
But felt a fever of the mad, and plaid
Some trieks of desperation: all, but mariners,
Plung’d in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Then all a-fire with me : the king's fon Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair)
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 shore ?

Ari. Close by, my master,
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?

ARI. Not a hair perish'd :
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before : And as thou badít me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the ifle ;
The king's fon have I landed by him felf,
Whom I left cooling of the air with fighs,
la an odd angle of the isle, and fitting,

« السابقةمتابعة »