Miran. Sir, are not you my father? Pros. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said, thou wast my daughter; and thy father A princess; no worse issued. Miran. O, the heavens! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did? Pros. Both, both, my girl; O, my heart bleeds By foul play, as thou say'st, we were heaved thence; Miran. To think o' the teen1 that I have turned you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, further. I Pros. My brother, and thy uncle, called Antonio, pray thee, mark me, that a brother should Be so perfidious!-he whom, next thyself, Of all the world I loved, and to him put Without a parallel: these being all my study, And to my state grew stranger, being transported Miran. Sir, most heedfully. Pros. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash for overtopping2; new created The creatures that were mine; I say, or changed them, Of officer and office, set all hearts in the state And sucked my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not. Pros. I pray thee, mark me. I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated 1 Sorrow, trouble. 2 To check when too ambitious: trash is a technical term of hunting, applied to a rein which holds in a dog, that overtops, i. e. outstrips, the other dogs in his speed. To closeness, and the bettering of my mind A falsehood, in its contrary as great As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, To credit his own lie1,-he did believe He was indeed the duke, out of the substitution, With all prerogative:- Hence his ambition growing, - Miran. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pros. To have no screen between this part he played, And him he played it for, he needs will be Absolute Milan: Me, poor man! The dukedom, yet unbowed, (alas, poor Milan!) Miran. O the heavens! Pros. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me, If this might be a brother: This king of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; 1 By telling a lie, he made his memory such a sinner unto truth, as to credit his own lie: that is, by so indulging in the falsehood, he at length forgot that it was false, and believed it to be true. 2 Ducal coronet, to a regal crown. 3 In exchange for. Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open The gates of Milan; and in the dead of darkness, Miran. Alack, for pity! I, not remembering how I cried out then, That wrings mine eyes to it. Pros. 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. Miran. That hour destroy us? Pros. 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. Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared Miran. Was I then to you? Pros. Alack! what trouble O! a cherubim Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have decked the sea with drops full salt. Miran. Pros. By Providence divine, How came we ashore? Some food we had, and some fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Out of his charity, (who being then appointed 1 Determined upon. 2 Observe the graphic effect produced by this one word in the pasthy crying self. sage, 3 In a few words; in short. 4 Sprinkled. Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness, From mine own library, with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. Miran. 'Would I might Pros. Now I arise: But ever see that man! Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. you, sir, And now, I pray (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm? Pros. Know thus far forth. By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, Brought to this shore: and by my prescience A most auspicious star; whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions; [MIRANDA sleeps. Come away, servant, come; I am ready now; Enter ARIEL. Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure; be it to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curled clouds; to thy strong bidding, task Pros. Hast thou, spirit, Performed to point the tempest that I bade thee? I boarded the king's ship: now on the beak, 1 Propitious mistress. 2 Power, nature. Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, Pros. My brave spirit! Ari. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and played Some tricks of desperation: All but mariners Pros. But was not this nigh shore? Why, that's my spirit! Pros. But are they, Ariel, safe? Close by, my master. Not a hair perished; On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Pros. Of the king's ship, Safely in harbour The mariners, say, how thou hast disposed, Ari. Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Whom, with a charm joined to their suffered labour, |