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Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes ; have
You have often
The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey, and be attentive. Can'st thou remember A time before we came unto this cell? I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast not Out* three years old. 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. Miru.
'Tis far off ; And rather like a dream thap an assurance That my remembrance warrants: had I not Four or five women once, that tended me? Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: but how
is it, That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else lo the dark backward and abysmt of time? If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, How thou cam'st here, thou may'st. Mirų.
But that I do pot, Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years 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 heav'd thence; But blessedly holp hither. Mira.
0, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen* that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you further.
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio, I pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should Be so perfidious !-he whom, next thyself, Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put The manage of my state; as, at that time, Through all the signiories it was the first, And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Without a parallel; those being all my study, The government I cast upon my brother, And to ny state grew stranger; being transported, And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle Dost thou attend me? Mira.
Sir, most heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trasht for over-topping; new created The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd them, Or else new formi'd them : haviug both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts To what tune pleas'd bis ear; that now he was The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,
And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thoù attend'st
not: I pray thee, mark me. Mira.
O good sir, I do. Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate To closeness, and the bettering of my mind With that, which, but by being so retir'd, 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 bim A falsehood, in 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 else exact,-like one, Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own liè,-he did believe He was the duke; out of the substitution, And executing the outward face of royalty, With all prerogative :-Hence his ambition Growing,-Dost 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 Absolute Milan : me, poor man! my library Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal royalties He thinks me vow incapable: confederates (So dryt he was for sway) with the 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 heavens ! Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then
If this might be a brother.
I should sin
Now the condition.
Alack, for pity!
Hear a little further,
Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us? Pro.
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,
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh
Alack! what trouble
O! a cherubim
How came we ashore ?
'Would I might
Now I arise : 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 Than other princes can, that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. Mira. Heavens thank you for't !
And now, I pray you, sir, (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,
+ Stubbora resolution.