Pro.

Now the condition.

This king of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's fuit;
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, one midnight
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open

The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
The minifters for the purpose hurried thence

Me, and thy crying felf.

Mira.

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.

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

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 fome leagues to sea; where they prepar'd
A rotten carcass 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

To the winds, whose pity, fighing back again,

Did us but loving wrong.

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 falt;
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 ?

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 neceffaries,
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 fee that man!

Pro.

'Would I might

Now I arife:

Sit still, and hear the last of our fea-forrow.

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. Heav'ns thank you for't! And now, I pray you,

fir,

(For still 'tis beating in my mind) your reason

For raising this fea-storm?

Pro. 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 prefcience
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 fleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way;-I know thou can'st not choose.-

[MIRANDA peeps.

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

Enter ARIEL.

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

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

To fwim, 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-matt,
The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinaly,
Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the precurfors
O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And fight-out running were not: The fire, and cracks
Of fulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
Seem'd to befiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.

Pro.

Stothard BA.del.

Tempesto

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