The government I cast upon my brother,
And to my state grew stranger, being transported,
And rapt 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 trash* 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 i' th' state

To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was

The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,

And suck'd my verdure out on't.---Thou 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 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 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 lie, he did believe

He was indeed the duke; out of the substitution,

And executing the 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 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 now incapable: confederates

(So dry 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 tell me If this might be a brother.

Mira.

I should sin

To think but nobly of my grandmother.

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 honors, on my brother: Whereon,
A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio 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 rememb'ring how I cry'd out then,
Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint,

That wrings mine eyes to't.

Pro.

Hear a little farther,

And then I'll bring thee to the present business
Which now's upon us; without the which, this story

Were most impertinent.

Mira.

Wherefore did they not

That hour destroy us?

Well demanded, girl;

Pro.

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 colors 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
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,

Did us but loving wrong.

Mira.

Was I then to you!
Pro.

Alack! what trouble

O! a cherubim

Thou wast thou didst 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.

Pro. By Providence divire.

How came we ashore ?

Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Out of his charity, (who being then appointed
Master of this design,) did give us; with

Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me.

From my own library, with volumes that

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.

Here in this island we arrived; and here

Have 1, thy schoolmaster, 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,
Now, my dear lady, hath mine enemies

Brought to this shore: 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 can'st not choose.

Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;

Approach, my Ariel; come.

Enter ARIEL

[MIRANDA sleeps.

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come

To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,

To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task

Ariel and all his quality.

Pro.

Hast thou, spirit,

Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
Ari. To every article.

I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast,
The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the precursors

O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.

Pro.

My brave spirit!

Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil*
Would not infect his reason?

But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Then all a-fire with me. The king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair,)

Was the first man that leap'd.

Pro.

Why, that's my spirit!

But was not this nigh shore ?
Ari.

Close by, my master.

Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe ?
Ari.

Not a hair perish'd,

On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me,

In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle:
The king's son have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,

In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,

His arms in this sad knot.

Pro.

Of the king's ship,

The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd,
And all the rest o' the fleet?

Ari.
Safely in harbor
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow'd;

Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labor,
I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet,
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,f
Bound sadly home for Naples;

Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
And his great person perish.

Pro.

Ariel, thy charge

Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:

What is the time o' the day?

Ari.

Past the mid season.

Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six and now

Must by us both be spent most preciously.

Ari. Is there more toil?-Since thou dost give me pains,

Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,

Which is not yet perform'd me.

Pro.

How now? moody?

What is't thou can'st demand?
Ari.

I pray thee

My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
Ari.

Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst promise

To bate me a full year.

Pro.

Dost thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee?
Ari.

Pro. Thou dost; and think'st

No.

It much to tread the ooze of the salt deep;
To run upon the sharp wind of the north;
To do me business in the veins o' the earth,

When it is bak'd with frost.

Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot

The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy,

Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?

Ari. No, sir.

Pro.

Thou hast: Where was she born? speak tel. me.

Ari. Sir, in Argier.
Pro.

O, was she so? I must,
Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forget'st. This vile witch, Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,

Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did,
They would not take her life: Is not this true ?
Ari. Ay, sir.

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought,
And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave,
As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant:
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd, thou did'st painfully remain
A dozen years; within which space she died,
And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans,
As fast as mill-whee.s strike: Then was this island,