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And pluck my magick garment from me.-So;

[Laying down his Mantle. Lye 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,
I have with such provision in mine art
So fafely order'd, that there is no soul
No, not so much perdition as an hair,
Betide to any creature in the vessel
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou faw'st sink.
For thou must now know further. [Sit down;

Mira. You have often
Begun to what I am ; but stopp’d,
And left me to a bootless inquisition ;
Concluding, Stay, not set-

Pro. The hour's now come ; The very minute bids thee

ope Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember A time before we came unto this cell ? I do not think thou canst ; for then thou wast not Out three years

old. Mira. Certainly, fir, I can.

Pro. By what? by any other house or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Mira. 'Tis far off ; And rather like a dream than an asurance That my remembrance warrants : Had I not Four or five women once that tended me? Pro. Thou hadít, and more, Miranda: But

how is it, That this lives in thy mind? What fee'st thou else In the dark back-ward and abysm of time?

thine ears;

If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'ft here; How thou cam'ít here, thou may’it.

Mira. But that I do not.

Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years Thy father was the duke of Milan, and [fince A prince of power. Mira. Sir, are not you my

father? Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said-thou wait my daughter; and thy father Was duke of Milan ; thou his only heir And princess, no worse iffu’d.

Mira. O the heavens !! What foul play had we that we came from thence? Or bless'd was't we did ?

Pro. Both, both, my girl: By foul play as thou fay'st, were we heav'd thence; But bleffedly holp hither.

Mira. O, my heart bleeds To think o'the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you

fur, ther. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle,call’d Anthonio,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 figniories 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 caft upon my brother, And to my state grew stranger, being transported, And wrapp'd in secret studies. Thy falle uncleDost thou attend me?

Mira. Sir, moft heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash for over-topping ; new created The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang’d’em, Or else new form'd 'em: having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts i’ the state To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, And fuck'd my verdure out on't.- Thou attend'st Mira. O good fir, I do.

[not. Pro. I pray thee, mark me. 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 falsehood, in its contrary as great As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, A confidence fans bound. He being thus lorded, Not only with what my revenue yielded, Bat what my power might else exact,-like one, Who having unto truth, by telling of it, Made fuch a finner of his memory, To credit his own lie, he did believe He was indeed, the duke; out of thie substitution, And executing the outward face of royalty, With all prerogative :--Hence his ambition growDost thou hear?

[ing, Mira. Your tale, fir, 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

Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable : confederates,
So dry he was for fway, 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 moit ignoble stooping.

Mira. O the heavens!

Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then If this might be a brother?

(tell me, Mira. I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad fons.

Pro. Now the condition.
This king of Naples being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
Which was, that he in lieu o' the premises,
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon,
A treacherous army levy’d, on midnight
Fated to the purpofe, did Anthonio open
The gates of Milan; and i' the dead of darkness,
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self.

Mira. Alack, for pity!
I not remembering how I cry'd out then,
Will cry it o'er again; it is a bint,
That wrings mine eyes to’t.

Pro. Hear a little further,
And then I'll bring theư to the present business
Which now's upon us;. without the which, this
Were most impertinent.

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Mira. Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us?

Pro. Well demanded, wench; Mytaleprovokes that question. Dear, they durst not; (So dear the love my people bore me) nor A mark fo bloody on the business; but With colours fairer painted their foul ends. Ia few, they hurried us aboard a bark; Bore us fome leagues to fea; where they prepar'd A rotten carcase 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 the sea that roar'd to us; to figh To the winds, whose pity fighing back again, Did us but loving wrong

Mira. Alack! what trouble Was I then to you!

Pro. O! a cherubim Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smiley Insused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full falt; Under

my burden groan'd; which rais’d in me An undergoing ftomach to bear up Against what ihould enfue.

Mira. How came we ashore?

Pro. By providence divine. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Olit of his charity, who being then appointed Master of this design, did give us ; with Rich garments, linens, ftuffs, and neceffaries, Which fincehavefteaded much: fo, of his gentleness, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, From my own library, with volumes that

I priz'd

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