GON. He'll be hang'd yet; Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'st to glut him. [A confused noise within.]—Mercy on us! We split, we split!-Farewell, my wife and children! SEB. Let's take leave of him. [Exit. [Exit. GON. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, anything: The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Exit. SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of Prospero. MIRA. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and PRO. Be collected; No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, MIRA. O, woe the day! No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who MIRA. More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. PRO. "T is time I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, [Lays down his mantle. I have with such provision in mine art Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down; You have often MIRA. PRO. The hour 's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not MIRA. Certainly, sir, I can. PRO. By what? by any other house, or person? Of anything the image tell me that Hath kept with thy remembrance. "T is far off; MIRA. PRO. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: But how is it If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam'st here, MIRA. But that I do not. PRO. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since, Thy father was the duke of Milan, and A prince of power. MIRA. Sir, are not you my father? She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father And princess no worse issued. MIRA. O, the heavens! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? PRO. Both, both, my girl; By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; But blessedly holp hither. MIRA. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther. I pray thee mark me that a brother should Without a parallel: those being all my study, And to my state grew stranger, being transported, PRO. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash for overtopping; new created The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd them, Of officer and office, set all hearts i' th' state And suck'd my verdure out on 't.-Thou attend'st not PRO. I pray thee, mark me. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated Like a good parent, did beget of him As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, But what my power might else exact,—like one To credit his own lie,-he did believe He was indeed the duke; out of the substitution, With all prerogative:-Hence his ambition growing,- MIRA. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan!) PRO. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me. If this might be a brother. To think but nobly of my grandmother: 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, The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, Me, and thy crying self. MIRA. Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, 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 us; without the which, this story Were most impertinent. MIRA. That hour destroy us? PRO. Wherefore did they not Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not (So dear the love my people bore me); nor set A mark so bloody on the business; but With colours fairer painted their foul ends. In few, they hurried us aboard a bark; Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats MIRA. Was I then to you! PRO. Alack! what trouble O! a cherubim Thou didst smile, Thou wast that did preserve me! Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; |