If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam'st here, How thou cam'st here thou mayst. 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? Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father Was duke of Milan; and his only heir A princess, no worse issued. Mira. O, the heavens ! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did? Pro. Both, both, my girl; By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence; But blessedly holp hither. Mira. O, my heart bleeds To think of the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! farther. Please you, Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd An tonio, 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 And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle- Mira. Sir, most heedfully. 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 changed them, Or else new form'd them; having both the key not. Mira. O good sir, I do. Pro. 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, And executing the outward face of royalty, With all prerogative :—hence his ambition growing, Dost thou hear? 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 He thinks me now incapable: confederates Mira. O the heavens! Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me, 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; Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not remembering how I cried out then, Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint 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 durst not, So dear the love my people bore me,-nor set Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats Mira. Was I then to you! Pro. Alack! what trouble O! a cherubim Thou didst Thou wast that did preserve me! smile, Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; Under my burden groan'd; which raised in me An undergoing stomach, to bear up Against what should ensue. Mira. How came we ashore? By Providence divine Some food we had, and some fresh water, that Out of his charity-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 gentleness, Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me, From mine own library, with volumes that Mira. But ever see that man! Pro. 'Would I might Now I arise :-[Resumes his mantle. Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. And now, For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your season Pro. Know thus far forth. By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, Now my dear lady-hath mine enemies A most auspicious star; whose influence Will ever after droop.-Here cease more ques tions; Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, And give it way; I know thou canst 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 |