To be inclin'd my way! O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen of Naples. Pro. Soft, sir; one word more.They are both in either's powers: but this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [Aside. Make the prize light. -One word more; I charge thee, That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp From me, the lord on't. Fer. No, as I am a man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple : If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with 't. Pro. Follow me.- [To Ferd. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come. I'll manacle thy neck and feet together: Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks, Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow. Fer. I will resist such entertainment, till Mine enemy has more power. Mira. No; [He draws. O dear father, Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle, and not fearfult. Pro. What, I say, My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor; Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy conscience Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward;2 For I can here disarm thee with this stick, And make thy weapon drop. Mira. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen1 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 my 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 trash2 for over-topping; new created The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd them, Or else new form'd them: having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st O good sir, I do. Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate To closeness, and the bettering of my mind As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, (1) Sorrow. (2) Cut away. i A confidence sans1 bound. He being thus lorded, Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. play'd, And him he play'd it for, he needs will be 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: Good wombs have borne bad sons. Pro. Now the condition. This king of Naples, being an enemy (1) Without. (2) Thirsty. (3) Consideration. Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Me, and thy crying self. Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint1, Pro. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which, this story Were most impertinent. 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 Mira. Was I then to you! 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'd2 the sea with drops full salt; Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me An undergoing stomach3, to bear up Against what should ensue. (1) Suggestion. (2) Sprinkled. (3) Stubborn resolution. Mira. How came we ashore? Pro. By Providence divine. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Out of his charity (who being then appointed Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, ness, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, I prize above my dukedom. Mira. But ever see that man! Pro. 'Would I might Now I arise : Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit 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, Brought to this shore: and by my prescience Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Enter Ariel. Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come |