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Pro. Fifteen years since, my child, .but fifteen
years, Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and A prince of power.
Mir. Sir, are not you my father?
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said, you were my daughters, and your father Was Duke of Milan: thou, my girl, his heir, A princess, no worse issu’d.
Mir. O the Heavens ! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't, we did ?
Pro, Both, both, my girl : By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; But blessedly holp hither.
Mir. O, my heart bleeds To think o'the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance !-Please you, fur
Mir. Sir, most heedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them, having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts To what tune pleas'd his ear ; that now he was The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, And suck'd my verdure out on'.—Thou attend'st
Pro. Being thus lorded,
But what my power might else exact,
Mir. Alack, for pity!
Pro. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which, this story Were most impertinent.
Mir. Wherefore did they not - That hour destroy us?
Pro. Girl, 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 sea : where they prepar'd A rotten carcase 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 the sea that roar’d to us; to sigh To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Did us but loving wrong.
Mir. Alack! what trouble
Pro. O! two cherubim
Infused with a fortitude from Heaven;
Pro. By providence divine, -
Mir. 'Would I might
[Rises. Pro. Mark me,—and hear the last of our sea-sor
Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
Mir. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm?
Pro. Know thus far forth :-
my dear lady, hath mine enemies Brought on these seas; 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 fortunes Will ever after droop. [Takes up his Wand, and charms Miranda to
Here cease more questions ;
[MIRANDA sinks into her Seat. Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, And give it way :I know, thou canst not chuse.
[MIRANDA sleeps.-PROSPERO puts on his Mantle, Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Approach, my Ariel; come.
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come
Pro. Hast thou, spirit,
article. Pro. What is the time o’the day? Ari. Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses : The time 'twixt six and
now, Must by us both be spent most preciously. Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me
pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me.
Pro. How now,-moody?
Ari. My liberty.
Pro. Dost thou forget
Of the salt deep;
Ari. I do not, sir.
forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age, and envy, Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her ?
Ari. No, sir.
Ari. Sir, in Argier.
Pro. O, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch Sy.
Ari. Ay, sir.