And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st not: I pray thee, mark mẹ. Mira. 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 Mira. O the heavens! Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then If this might be a brother. Mira. I should sin 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 ; The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, cry it o'er again; it is a bintt, Will That wrings mine eyes. 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 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, Consideration. + Suggestion. To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh Did us but loving wrong. Mira. Was I then to you! Pro. 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. Mira. 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 ness, 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? Pro. Know thus far forth. By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, • Sprinkled. + 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. Enter Ariel. Ari. All hail, great master! 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 strong bidding, task Pro. Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, cursors 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. Pro. My brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coilt Would not infect his reason? • The minutest article. + Bustle, tumult. Ari. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Pro.. Why, that's my spirit! But was not this nigh shore?: Close by, my master. Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Ari. Not a hair perish'd; On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Pro. Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, Ari. 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, Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: What is the time o' the day? |