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And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st
I pray thee, mark mẹ.
O good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
Like a good parent, did beget of him
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie, he did believe
He was the duke; out of the substitution,
Mira, Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. · Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd,
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
O the heavens!
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then
If this might be a brother.
I should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Now the condition.
This king of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit ;
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
Alack, for pity!
I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, cry it o'er again; it is a bintt,
That wrings mine eyes.
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.
That hour destroy us?
Wherefore did they not
Well demanded, wench;
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst
(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 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
Did us but loving wrong.
Was I then to you!
Alack! what trouble
O! a cherubim
Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
When I have deck'd* the sea with drops full salt; Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me An undergoing stomacht, to bear up
Against what should ensue.
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 (who being then appointed
Master of this design), did give us; with
Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentle
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
From my own library, with volumes that
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
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
pray you, sir,
And now, I'
(For still 'tis beating in my mind), your reason For raising this sea-storm?
Know thus far forth.
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
+ Stubborn resolution.
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
A most auspicious star; whose influence
Will ever after droop.-Here cease more questions; Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way;-I know thou can'st not choose.[Miranda sleeps. Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Approach, my Ariel; come.
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I
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, task
Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-outrunning 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.
My brave spirit!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coilt
Would not infect his reason?
• The minutest article.
+ Bustle, tumult.
Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Why, that's my spirit!
But was not this nigh shore?:
Close by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Not a hair perish'd;
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
Of the king's ship,
The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd,
Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
Bound sadly home for Naples ;
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:
What is the time o' the day?