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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

O the heavens !
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then

tell me,
If this might be a brother.

I should sin
Co think but nobly of my grandmother :
Good wombs have borne bad sons.

Now the condition.
This king of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
Which was, that he in lieu'3 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 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.

Alack, for pity!
I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again : it is a hint,
That wrings mine eyes to't.

12 In lieu of the premises; that is, “in consideration of the premises," &c.

14 Hint is here used for cause or subject. Thus in a future passage we have: “ Our hint of woe."


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.

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 carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast ; the very rats Instinctively have quit's 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.

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

0! a cherubin '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 ; C'nder my burden groan'd ; which rais'd in ine An undergoing stomach," to bear up 3 gainst what should ensue.

* Quit was commonly used for quitted.

13 There is a good deal of doubt as to what sense this word is here used in, - whether it be to udorn, or to cover ; of which the former seems inappropriate, and the other altogether forced. Some goud editors think it should be degg'd; a word sull used in the north of England for to sprinkle. This sense is so much better than either of the others, that we cannot help thinking it the right oue.

17 Ste mach is here used in its old sense of courage.


How came we ashore 1
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
Master of this design,) did give us ; with
Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much : so, of his ger:

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
From my own library, with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.

'Would I might
But ever see that man !

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 fort! 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 canst not choose. —

[MIRANDA sleeps

Come away, servant, come : I am ready now;
Approach, my Ariel : come.

Enter ARIEL.
Ari. All bail, great master! grave sir, hail! |

To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl'd clouds : 18 to thy strong bidding, task
Ariel, and all his quality.''

Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point 20 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 pre

O the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
18 This is imitated in Fletcher's Faithful Shepherdess :

“ tell me, sweetest,
What new service now is meelest
For the satyre; shall I stray
In the middle air, and stay
The sailing racke, or nimbly take
Hold by the moon, and gently make
Suit to the pale queen of night,
For a beame to give thee light ?
Shall I dive into the sea,
And bring thee coral, making way

Through the rising waves,” &c. 10 Ariel's quality is not his confederates, but the poroers of his nature as a spirit.

* i. e. to the minutest article ; from the French à point.

+) Beak, the prow of the ship : waist, the part between the quarter-deck and forecastle.

And sight-out-running were not : The fire, and

cracks Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem 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 ? Ari.

Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad,23 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; cried, “ Hell is

empty, And all the devils are here." Pro.

Why, that's my spirit !
But was not this nigh shore ?

Close by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe ?

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,
Hlis arins in this sad knot.

Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos’d, And all the rest o' the fleet ?

22 Coil is bustle, tumult.

23 That is, such a fever as madmen feel when the frantic fit is op them.

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