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I thus neglecting worldly Ends, all dedicated
To Clofeness, and the bettering of my Mind
With that which but by being retired
O'er-priz'd all popular rate; in my false Brother
Awak'd an evil Nature, and my Truft,
Like a good Parent, did beget of him
A Falfhood in its contrary, as great

As my Truft was; which had indeed no Limit,
A Confidence fans bound. He being thus Lorded,
Not only with what my Revenue yielded,
But what my Power might elle exact; like one
Who having into Truth, by telling of it,
Made fuch a Sinner of his Memory

To credit his own Lie, he did believe
He was indeed the Duke, out o'th' Substitution
And executing th' outward Face of Royalty
With all Prerogative. Hence his Ambition growing;
Doft thou hear?

Mira. Your Tale, Sir, would cure Deafness.
Pro. To have no Screen between this Part he plaid,
And him he plaid it for; he needs will be
Abfolute Millan; me, poor Man, my Library
Was Dukedom large enough; of temporal Royalties
He thinks me now incapable. Confederates
(So dry he was for Sway) wi' th' 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 Millan!)
To much ignoble ftooping.

Mira. Oh the Heav'ns!

Pro. Mark his Condition, and th' Event, then tell me If this might be a Brother.

Mira. I fhould fin,

To think but nobly of my Grand-mother;

Good Wombs have born bad Sons.

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'th' Premises, -
Of Homage, and I know not how much Tribute,
Should prefently extirpate me and mine

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Out of the Dukedom, and coner fair Millan,
With all the Honours, on my Brother. Whereon
A treacherous Army levy'd, one Mid-night
Fated to th❜Purpose, did Anthonio open

The Gates of Millan, and i'th' dead of Darkness
The Minifter for th'Purpose hurry'd thenc
Me, and thy crying self.
Mira. Alack for pity!

I not remembring how I cry'd out then
Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint
That wrings mine Eyes to't.

Pro. Here a little further,

And then I'll bring thee to the present Business
Which now's upon's, without the which this Story
Were most impertinent.

Mira. Wherefore did they not

That Hour destroy us?

Por. Well demanded, Wench;

My Tale provokes that Question. Dear, they durft not;
So dear the Love my People bore me: Nor fet
A Mark fo bloody on the Bufinels; but
With Colours fairer painted their foul Ends.
In few; they hurry'd us aboard a Bark,

Bore us fome Leagues to Sea, where they prepar'd
A rotten Carcafs of a Boat, not rigg'd,

Nor Tackle, nor Sail, nor Maft; the very Rats
Inftinctively had quit it: There they hoift us
To cry to th❜Sea that roar'd to us; to figh
To th' Winds, whofe Pity fighing back again
Did us but loving Wrong.

Mira. Alack! what Trouble

Was I then to you?

Pro. O! a Cherubim

Thou waft that did preferve me: Thou didft fmile,

Infused with a Fortitude from Heav'n,

When I have deck'd the Sea with Drops full falt,
Under my Burthen groan'd, which rais'd in me
An undergoing Stomach, to bear up

Against what should enfue.

Mira. How came we a-fhore?

Pro. By Providence divine;

Some

Some Food we had, and some fresh Water, that
A noble Neapolitan Gonzalo,

Out of his Charity (who being then appointed
Master of this Defign) did give us, with

Rich Garments, Linnens, Stuffs, and Neceffaries
Which fince have fteeded much. So of his Gentleness,
Knowing I lov'd my Books, he furnish'd me

From mine own Library, with Volumes, that
I prize above my Dukedom.

Mir. Would I might

But ever fee that Man.

Pro. Now I arife,

Sit ftill, and hear the last of our Sea-forrow.
Here in this Inland we arriv'd, and here
Have I, thy School-mafter, 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, Sir, (For ftill 'tis beating in my Mind) your Reafon

For raifing this Sea-ftorm?

Pro. Know thus far forth,

By Accident moft ftrange, 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 moft aufpitious Star, whofe Influence
If now I court not, but omit, my Fortunes
Will ever after droop: Here ceafe more Questions,
Thou art inclin'd to fleep. 'Tis a good Dulness,
And give it way; I know thou canst not chufe.
Come away, Servant, come; I am ready now,
Approach, my Ariel. Come.

Enter Ariel.

Ari. All hail, great Mafter, grave Sir, hail! I come To anfwer thy beft Pleafure. Be it to fly;

To fwim, to dive into the Fire; to ride

On the curl'd Clouds: To thy ftrong bidding, task
Ariel, and all his Quality.

Pro. Haft thou, Spirit,

Perform'd to point the Tempeft that I bad thee?
Ari. To every Article.

I

I boarded the King's Ship: Now on the Beak,
Now in the Wafte, the Deck, in every Cabin,
I flam'd Amazement. Sometimes I'ld divide,
And burn in many Places; on the Top-maft,
The Yards and Bolt-fprit, would I flame diftinctly,
Then meet, and join. Jove's Lightning, the Precurfers
O'th' dreadful Thunder-claps more momentary
And Sight out-running were not; the Fire and Cracks
Of fulphurous roaring, the moft mighty Neptune
Seem to befiege, and make his bold Waves tremble,
Yea, his dread Trident shake.

Pro. My brave Spirit,

Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this Coyl
Would not infect his Reafon?

Ari. Not a Soul

But felt a Feaver of the mad, and plaid

Some Tricks of Defperation: All but Mariners
Plung'd in the foaming Brine, and quit the Veffel,
Then all a-fire with me: The King's Son Ferdinand
With Hair up-ftaring (then like Reeds, not Hair)
Was the first Man that leapt; cry'd Hell is empty, and
All the Devils are here.

Pro. Why that's my Spirit.

But was not this nigh Shore?
Ari. Close by, my Mafter.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, fafe?
Ari. Nota Hair perished:

On their fuftaining Garments not a Blemish,
But fresher than before. And as thou badft me,
In Troops I have difpers'd them 'bout the Ifle:
The King's Son have I landed by himself,
Whom I left cooling of the Air with Sighs,
In an odd Angle of the Ifle, and fitting,
His Arms in this fad Knot.

Pro. Of the King's Ship,

The Mariners, fay how thou haft difpos'd,
And all the reft o'th' Fleet?

Ari. Safely in Harbour,

Is the King's Ship; in the deep Nook, where once
Thou call'dft me up at Midnight, to fetch Dew
From the ftill-vext Bermoothes, there she's hid:

The

The Mariners all under Hatches ftowed,

Who, with a Charm join'd to their fuffered Labour,
I have left afleep; and for the reft o'th' Fleet
(Which I difpers'd) they all have met again,
And are upon the Mediterranean Flote,
Bound fadly home for Naples,

Suppofing that they faw the King's Ship wrackt,
And his great Perfon perish.

Pro. Ariel, thy Charge

Exactly is perform'd; but there's more Work:
What is the Time o'th' Day?

Ari. Paft the mid Seafon.

Pro. At least two Glaffes: The time 'twixt fix and now Muft by us both be spent most preciously.

Ari. Is there more Toil? Since thou doft give me Pains, Let me remember thee what thou haft promis'd.

Which is not yet perform'd me.

Pro. How now? moodie?

What is't thou canft demand?

Ari. My Liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out? No more.

Ari. I prethee

Remember I have done thee worthy Service,

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Told thee no Lies, made thee no Mistakings, ferv'd Without or Grudge, or Grumblings; thou didst promife

To bate me a full Year.

Pro. Doft thou forget

From what a Torment I did free thee?

Ari. No.

Pro. Thou doft; and thinkeft it much to tread the

Ooze of the falt Deep;

To run upon the fharp Wind of the North,

To do me Bufinefs in the Veins o'th' Earth

When it is bak'd with Froft,

Ari. I do not, Sir.

Pra. Thou lieft, malignant Thing: Haft thou forgot The foul Witch Sycorax, who with Age and Envy Was grown into a Hoop? Haft thou forgot her?

Ari. No, Sir.

Pro. Thou haft: where was the born? fpeak; tell me,
Ari. Sir, in Argier.

Pro. Oh, was the fo: I muft

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