It should the good ship so have s No more amazement: tell your p Mira. O, woe the day! Thave done nothing but in care c id never meddle with my thou Lhe there my art. Wipe thou fort. The direful spectacle of the w For thou must now know fur Be collected; ald the good ship so have swallow'd, and eighting souls within her. ee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who norant of what thou art, nought knowing ence I am; nor that I am more better Prospero, master of a full poor cell, ny no greater father. e. More to know ver meddle with my thoughts, 'Tis time, d inform thee further. Lend thy hand, Tuck my magic garment from me.-So; 100 [Lays down his mantle. cre my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have com. fort. reful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd ery virtue of compassion in thee, with such provision in mine art ely order'd, that there is no soul Ot so much perdition as an hair, to any creature in the vessel ■thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down; ou must now know further. Mira. You have often Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd, And left me to a bootless inquisition; Concluding, Stay, not yet. Pro. The hour's now come;. 110 The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Mira. Certainly, sir, I can, Pro. By what? by any other house, or person Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mira. ''Tis far off; And rather like a dream, than an assurance That my remembrance warrants: Had I not Four or five women once, that tended me? 120 TEMPEST. Pro. Thy mother was a piece Was duke of Milan; thou Ins And princess, no worse issu'd. What foul play had we, that we ther. Pre. My brother, and thy un Ipray thee, mark me, that a be so perfidious! he whom, Of all the world I lov'd, and The manage of my state; as, Through all the signiories it w And Prospero the prime duke 139 Indignity, and, for the liber Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: But how is it, That this lives in thy mind? What see'st thou else Without a parallel; those bei The government I cast upon And to my state grew strange Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years And wrapp'd in secret studies since, Thy father was the duke of Milan, and A prince of power. Mira. Sir, are not you my father Pro Dost thou attend me? Mira. Sir, most heedfully "Pro. Being once perfecte "How to deny them; whol . Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and princess, no worse issu'd. a. O the heavens! 140 foul play had we, that we came from thence? essed was't, we did? Both, both, my girl: il play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; Lessedly holp hither. 2. O, my heart bleeds ink o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, 1 is from my remembrance! Please you fur ther. 150 - My brother, and thy uncle, called Anthonio, thee, mark me, that a brother should perfidious! he whom, next thyself, the world I lov'd, and to him put manage of my state; as, at that time, but a parallel; those being all my study, overnment I cast upon my brother, 160 hou attend me? 2. Sir, most heedfully. ro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, to deny them; whom to advance, and whom "To "To trash for over-topping; new created TEMPEST Pro. To have no screen betw "The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd'em, And him he play'd it for, he ne "Or else new form'd'em: having both the key "The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, Absolute Milan: Me, poor ma So dry he was for sway, with t " And suck'd my verdure out on't." Thou attend'st Ro give hin annual tribute, do not. "Mira. O good sir, I do. " I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated : "To closeness, and the bettering of my mind "Awak'd an evil nature and my trust, "A falshood, in its contrary as great 180 "As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Subject his coronet to his crown Pro. Mark his condition, an If this might be a brother. To think but nobly of my gra " A confidence sans bound." He being thus lorded, Tising of Naples, being an Not only with what my revenue yielded, But what my power might else exact, -like one, Who having unto truth, by telling of it, To credit his own lie, he did believe To me inveterate, hearkens in 191 He was, indeed, the duke; out of the substitution, ing, Dost thou hear? Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. B |