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How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash for over-topping; new created

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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
I pray thee, mark me.
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Mira.
O good sir, I do.
Pre. 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 hear?

Mire.

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 nim 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 !

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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 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! 1, not rememb'ring how I cry'd out then, Will сту 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.

Pro.

Wherefore did they not

That hour destroy us?
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

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Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Here in this island we arrived; and here
Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. [you, sir.
Mira. Heavens thank you for 't! And now, I pray
(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.
[MIRANDA sleeps.
Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;
Approach, my Ariel; come.

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Safely in harbour

Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dst me

From the still-vex'd midnight to fetch dew
Bermoothes, there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow'd ;
Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
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,
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 Must by us both be spent most preciously. [now, Ari. Is there more toil ?—Since thou dost give me pains,

Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
Which is not yet perforin'd me.

Pro.
How now ? moody?
What is 't thou can'st demand?
Ari.
My liberty.
Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
Ari.
I pray thee
Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou didst pro-
To bate me a full year.
[mise

Pro.

Dost thou forget

No.

From what a torment I did free thee?

Ari.

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Pro.

Thou hast: Where was she born? [speak; tell me. O, was she so? I must,

Ari. Sir, in Argier. Pro. Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Which thou forget'st. This damn'd 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.

[child,

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with
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 did'st vent thy groans,
As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island,
(Save for the son that she did litter here,

A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with
A human shape.

Ari.
Yes; Caliban her son.
Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
What torment I did find thee in: thy groans
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts
Of ever angry bears; it was a torment
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not again undo; it was mine art,
When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.

Ari. I thank thee, master. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.

Ari.

Pardon, master:

I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.

Pro.

I will discharge thee.

Do so; and after two days Ari. That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Pro. Go, make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea; Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, And hither come in't: hence, with diligence.

[Exit ARIEL. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me.

Pro.

Shake it off; Come on;

'Tis a villain, sir,

We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
Yields us a kind answer.
Mira.

I do not love to look on.

Pro.
But, as 'tis,
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices
That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. [within.] There 's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for
Come forth, thou tortoise! when?
[thee:

Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph.

Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.

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