To give him annual tribute, do him homage; The Dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan!) Mira. O the heav'ns! Pro. Mark his condition, and th' event; then tell me, If this might be a Brother? Mira. I fhould fin, To think but nobly of my grand-mother; 7 Good wombs have bore bad fons. Pro. Now the condition : This King of Naples, being an enemy Whereon A treacherous army levy'd, one mid-night The gates of Milan; and, i'th' dead of darkness, Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not remembring how I cry'd 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's; without the which this story Were most impertinent. 7 Good wombs have bore bad fons ] Mr. Theobald would give thefe words to Profpero, because Miranda, bred up in the defart Iland from her infancy, could not be fuppos'd to be furnished with Such an obfervation from life. An idle reafon. Profpero tells us, he had educated her more carefully than ufual. Would he then fuffer her to be ignorant of the most common cafes in human life? Yet the Oxford Editor follows Mr. Theobald. Mira. Why did they not That hour destroy us? Pro. Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that queftion. Dear, they durft not (So dear the love my people bore me ;) fet A mark fo bloody on the business; but Mira. Alack! what trouble Was I then to you? Pro. O! a cherubim Thou waft, that did preferve me: Thou didft fmile, Infused with a fortitude from heav'n, (When I have mock'd the sea with drops full-falt; Under my burthen groan'd ;) which rais'd in me An undergoing ftomach, to bear up Against what should enfue. Mira. How came we a-fhore? Pro. By providence divine. Some food we had, and fome fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Out of his charity (being then appointed Rich garments, linnens, ftuffs, and neceffaries, 8 When I have DECK'D the fea] i. e. honour'd. But this is a poor thought. The Oxford Editor reads brack'd, which is ftill poorer. I imagine that Shakespear wrote мOCK'D, i. e. lent the Sea this trifling addition of falt-water: For when any thing is given or added, the effect of which is not felt or perceived, it was in the language of that time properly called mocking. Knowing Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me Mira. Would I might But ever fee that man! 9 Pro. Now, I arife: Sit ftill, and hear the last of our fea-forrow. Have I, thy school-mafter, made thee more profit Mira. Heav'ns thank you for't! And now, I pray you, Sir, (For ftill 'tis beating in my mind) your reason For raising this fea-storm? Pro. Know thus far forth, By accident moft ftrange, bountiful fortune Will ever after droop. Here ceafe more questions; [Miranda fleeps. Come away, fervant, come; I'm ready now: Approach, my Ariel. Come. 9 Pro. Now I arife:] i. e. now I come to the principal part of my Story, for the fake of which I told the foregoing; namely this, that I have now my Enemies in my Power; and if I omit this Opportunity, I fhall never have another to recover my Dukedom. The word is ufed to usher in a matter of importance. So Richard III. when he comes to the murder of his Nephews, fays to Tirrel, Rife, and lend an ear. SCENE SCEN E III. Enter Ariel. Ari. All hail, great mafter! grave Sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure: Be't to fly; To fwim; to dive into the fire; to ride On the curl'd clouds: to thy ftrong bidding task Pro. Halt thou, Spirit, Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bad thee? I boarded the King's fhip: now on the beak, And fight out-running were not; the fire and cracks Pro. My brave, brave spirit! Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this coyl Ari. Not a foul But felt a feaver of the mind, and plaid Some tricks of defperation: all, but mariners, Pro. Why, that's my Spirit! But was not this nigh fhore? Ari. Close by, my Master. On their fuftaining garments not a blemish, Pro. Of the King's fhip The mariners, fay how thou haft difpos'd, Ari. Safely in harbour Is the King's fhip; in the deep nook, where once I Who, with a charm join'd to their fuffered labour, Bound fadly home for Naples; Suppofing, that they faw the King's fhip wreckt, Pro. Ariel, thy charge 1 From the fill-wext Bermoothes,] Theobald fays Bermoothes is printed by mistake for Bermudas. No. That was the name by which the Iflands then went, as we may fee by the Voyagers of that time; and by our Author's contemporary Poets. Fletcher, in his Woman pleased, fays, The Devil fhould think of purchafing that Eggshell to victual out a Witch for the Bermoothes. Smith, in his account of thefe Iflands p. 172. fays, that the Bermudas were fo fearful to the world, that many call'd them the Ifle of Devils. P. 174. to all Seamen no less terrible than an inchanted den of Faries. And no wonder, for the clime was extremely fubject to Storms and Hurricanes; and the Iflands were furrounded with scattered Rocks lying fhallowly hid under the Surface of the Water. Exactly |