THE TEMPEST
But blessedly holp hither.
Dost thou hear ?
Mira
O, my heart bleeds
to think oth' teen that I have turn'd
Mira. Your tale, sir, would eure deafness,
Pro. To have no screen between this part
you to,
Which is from my remembrance. Please And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
he play'd
yon, farther.
65 Absolute Milan. Me, poor map--my library
Pro. My brother and thy uncle, call'a Was dukedom large enough of temporal
Antonio
royalties
pray thee, mark me that a brother should He thinks me now incapable; confederates,
Be so perfidious. He, whom next thyself So dry he was for sway, wi' th' King of
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
Naples,
The manage of my state; as at that time To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
Through all the signories it was the first, 1 Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
And Prospero the prime duke, being so The dukedom, yet unbow'd-alas, poor
reputed
Milan
In dignity, and for the liberal arts
To most ignoble stooping.
Without a parallel, those being all my Mira.
o the heavens !
study-
Pro. Mark his condition, and th' event,
The government I cast upon my brother 75
then tell me
And to my state grew stranger, being trans- If this might be a brother.
ported
Mira.
I should sin
And rapt in secret studies. Thy false To think but nobly of my grandmother :
uncle
Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Dost thou attend me?
Pro.
Now the condition :
Mira.
Sir, most heedfully. This King of Naples, being an enemy
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's
suits,
suit ;
How to deny them, who t'advance, and who which was, that he, in lieu o' th' premises,
To trash for over-topping, new created 81 Of homage, and I know not how much
The creatures that were mine, I say, or
tribute,
charg'd 'em,
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Or else new form'd 'em; having both the Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan
key
With all the honours on my brother.
Of officer and office, set all hearts i' th' state
Whercon,
to what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he |A treacherous army levied, one midnight
85 Fated to th' purpose, did Antonio open
The ivy which had hid my princely trunk The gates of Milan; and, i' th' dead of
And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou
darkness,
attend'st not.
The ministers for th' purpose hurried
Mira. O, good sir, I do!
thence
Pros. I pray thee, mark me.
Me and thy crying self.
thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated Mira.
Alack, for pity!
To closeness and the bettering of my mind I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
With that which, but by being so retir'd, 91 Will cry it o'er again ; it is a hint
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false That wrings mine eyes to't.
brother
Pro.
Hear a little further,
Awak'd an evil nature; and my trust, And then I'll bring thee to the present
business
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood, in its contrary as great 95 Which now's upon 's; without the which
this story
As my trust was; which had indeed no
limit,
Were most impertinent.
Mira.
Wherefore did they not
A confidence sans bound. He being thus
lorded,
That hour destroy us?
Pro.
Well demanded, wench !
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might else exact, like My tale provokes that question. Dear, they
durst not,
140
one
100 So dear the love my people bore me ; tor
Who having into truth, by telling of it,
set
Made such a sinner of his memory,
A mark so bloody on the business; but
To credit his own lie-he did believe
He was indeed the Duke; out o' th' sub- With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;
stitution,
And executing th' outward face of royalty Bore us some leagues to sea, where they
prepared
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With all prerogative. Hence his ambition
growing-
105 ( A rotten carcass of a butt, not tigs'd.
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