To clofeness, and the bettering of my mind,
With that which, but by being fo retired,
O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
Awak'd an evil nature; and my traft,

Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falfhood in its contrary as great

As

my truft 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 elfe exact; like one,
Who having into truth, by telling of it,
Made fuch 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-
Doft thou hear?

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;
Which was, that he in lieu o'th' premises,

Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,
Should prefently 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 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,
So dear the love my people bore me, fet,

A mark fo bloody on the bufinefs; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurry'd us aboard a bark;

Bore us fome leagues to fea; where they prepar'd

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

MIRA. Alack! what trouble

Was I then to you?

PRO. O a cherubim

Thou waft, 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 ftomach, to bear up

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
For vainer hours, and tutors not fo careful.

MIRA. Heav'ns thank you fort't! And now, I pray, you,
Sir,

(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,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this fhore: and, by my prescience
I find, my Zenith doth depend upon
A most aufpicious star; whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop.-Here cease more questions;
Thou art inclin'd to fleep. 'Tis a good dulnefs,

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,
I flam'd amazement. Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast,
The yards, and bolt-fpirit, would I flame diftinctly;
Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precurfors
Of dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary

And fight out-running were not; the fire and cracks
Of fulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
Seem'd to befiege, and make his bold waves tremble;
Yea, his dread trident shake.

PRO. My brave spirit!

Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this coyle
Would not infect his reafon?

ARI. Not a foul

But felt a fever of the mad, and plaid

Some tricks of defperation: 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 fhore?
ARI. Close by, my master,
PRO. But are they, Ariel, fafe?
ARI. Not a hair perish'd:

On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: And as thou badft me,
In troops I have difpers'd them 'bout the isle :
The king's fon have I landed by himself,
Whom I left cooling of the air with fighs,
In an odd angle of the ifle, and fitting,