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To trash for over topping ; new created
Mira. Good Sir, I do.
Pro. I pray thee, mark me then, I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness, and the bettering of my mind, With that which, but by being so retired, O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Awak'd an evil nature; and my trust, Like a good parent, did beget of him A falfhood in its contrary, as great As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Not only with what my revenue yielded, But what my power might elle exact; like one, Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a finner of his memory, To credit his own lie, he did believe He was, indeed, the Duke; from substitution, And executing th’ 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 plaid, And him he plaid it for, he needs will be Absolute Milan. Me, poor man! — my library Was Dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable : confederates (So dry he was for sway) wi'th' King of Naples To give him annual tribute, do him homage; Subject his coronet to his crown; and bend The Dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan!) To most ignoble stooping.
Mira. O the heav'ns!
Pro. Mark his condition, and th’event ; then tell me,
Mira. I should fin, (7)
Pro. Now the condition :
Mira. Alack, for picy! (7)
I should fin, To think not nobly of my Grandmother;} This is Mr. Pope's reading; from no Authority, I presume: All the Copies that I have seen, have it ; To think but nobly — i.e. otherwise than nobly; according to our Author's Usage. So, in Much Ado about Nothing;
I know not; if they speak but Truth of her,
These hands mall rear ber.
I to bear this,
Pro. Now, the Condition:] Thus have all the Editions divided these Speeches ; But, tho' I have not attempted to regulate them otherwise, I have great Suspicion, that our Author plac'd them thus;
Pro. Good Wombs have bore bad Sons. Now, the Condition: How could Miranda, that came into this Desart Island an Infant, that had never seen any other Creatures of the World, but her father and Caliban, with any Propriety be furnish'd to make such an Observation from Life, that the Issue has often degenerated from the Parent ? But it comes very properly from Profpero, as a short Document, by the By, to his Daughter ; implying, “ that she did very well to think with Ho. « nour of her Ancestor; for that it was common in Life, for good Peo“ ple to have bad Children.”.
I, not remembring how I cry'd out then,
Pro. Hear a little further,
Mira. Why did they not
Pro. Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durft not (So dear the love my people bore me ;) seç A mark fo bloody on the business; but With colours fairer painted their foul ends, In few, they hurry'd us aboard a bark; Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, fail, nor mast; the very rats Instinctively had quit it: there they' hoist us To cry to th' sea, that roar'd to us; to figh To th’ winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Did us but loving wrong.
Mira. Alack! what trouble
! Pro. O! a cherubim
Pro. By providence divine.
From my own library, with volumes that
Mira. Would' I might
Pro. Now, I arise:
for't! And now, I pray (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 (Now my dear lady) hath mine enemies Brought to this sore: and, by my prescience I find, my Zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star; whose Influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes 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 canst not chuse.
[Miranda fleeps. Come away, servant, come; I'm ready now; Approach, my Ariel. Come.
Pro. Hast thou, spirit,
Ari. To every Article.
Nortb America, the principal of which was callid Bermude from a Spaniard
The yards, and bolt-sprit, would I flame distinctly;
Pro. My brave, brave spirit !
Ari. Not a soul
Pro. Why, that's my Spirit!
Ari. Not a hair perish'd :
. Of the King's ship,
. Safely in harbour