The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel, Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The fraughting souls within her. I have done nothing but in care of thee (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Of whence I am; nor that I am more better Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, Mira. More to know 'T is time Did never meddle with my thoughts. Pro. I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, So: [Lays down his Mantle. Lie there my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee, Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down; Mira. You have often Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd, Pro.. The hour 's now come, The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance. 'Tis far off; Mira. But how is it, Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, 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 And princess no worse issued. Mira. O, the heavens! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Pro. Both, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; But blessedly holp hither. Mira. O! my heart bleeds Which is from my remembrance. Please you, farther. Without a parallel: those being all my study, And to my state grew stranger, being transported, Mira. Sir, most heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them, whom t' advance, and whom To trash for over-topping, new created The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd them, Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state Mira. O good Sir! I do. Thou attend'st not. I pray thee, mark me. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, To credit his own lie, - like one, he did believe He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution, Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd, Mira. O the heavens! Pro. Mark his condition, and th' event; then tell me If this might be a brother. To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, Me, and thy crying self. • Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, That wrings mine eyes to 't. Pro. Hear a little farther, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Mira. That hour destroy us? Pro. Wherefore did they not 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. Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepar'd Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats Mira. Was I then to you! Pro. Alack! what trouble O! a cherubim Thou wast, that did preserve me. Thou didst smile, Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt, Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me An undergoing stomach, to bear up Against what should ensue. Mira. How came we ashore? |