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The Tempest (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Tempest.
88(Who had no doubt some noble creature in her)
89Dash'd all to peeces: O the cry did knocke
91Had I byn any God of power, I would
92Haue suncke the Sea within the Earth, or ere
94The fraughting Soules within her.
96No more amazement: Tell your pitteous heart
97there's no harme done.
98Mira. O woe, the day.
99Pros. No harme:
100I haue done nothing, but in care of thee
101(Of thee my deere one; thee my daughter) who
102Art ignorant of what thou art. naught knowing
103Of whence I am: nor that I am more better
105And thy no greater Father.
106Mira. More to know
107Did neuer medle with my thoughts.
108Pros. 'Tis time
109I should informe thee farther: Lend thy hand
110And plucke my Magick garment from me: So,
111Lye there my Art: wipe thou thine eyes, haue comfort,
112The direfull spectacle of the wracke which touch'd
113The very vertue of compassion in thee:
116No not so much perdition as an hayre
117Betid to any creature in the vessell
119For thou must now know farther.
120Mira. You haue often
121Begun to tell me what I am, but stopt
123Concluding, stay: not yet.
124Pros. The howr's now come
125The very minute byds thee ope thine eare,
126Obey, and be attentiue. Canst thou remember
127A time before we came vnto this Cell?
128I doe not thinke thou canst, for then thou was't not
129Out three yeeres old.
130Mira. Certainely Sir, I can.
132Of any thing the Image, tell me, that
133Hath kept with thy remembrance.
135And rather like a dreame, then an assurance
136That my remembrance warrants: Had I not
137Fowre, or fiue women once, that tended me?
140In the dark-backward and Abisme of Time?
143Mira. But that I doe not.
145Thy father was the Duke of Millaine and
146A Prince of power:
147Mira. Sir, are not you my Father?
148Pros. Thy Mother was a peece of vertue, and
150Was Duke of Millaine, and his onely heire,
152Mira. O the heauens,
153What fowle play had we, that we came from thence?
154Or blessed was't we did?
155Pros. Both, both my Girle.
157But blessedly holpe hither.
158Mira. O my heart bleedes
159To thinke oth' teene that I haue turn'd you to,
160Which is from my remembrance, please you, farther;
161Pros. My brother and thy vncle, call'd Anthonio:
162I pray thee marke me, that a brother should
164Of all the world I lou'd, and to him put
165The mannage of my state, as at that time
168In dignity; and for the liberall Artes,
170The Gouernment I cast vpon my brother,
173(Do'st thou attend me?)
176how to deny them: who t'aduance, and who
177To trash for ouer-topping; new created
178The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd 'em,
179Or els new form'd 'em; hauing both the key,
181To what tune pleas'd his eare, that now he was
182The Iuy which had hid my princely Trunck,
184Mira. O good Sir, I doe.
185Pros. I pray thee marke me:
186I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
187To closenes, and the bettering of my mind
188with that, which but by being so retir'd
189Ore-priz'd all popular rate: in my false brother
190Awak'd an euill nature, and my trust
191Like a good parent, did beget of him
192A falsehood in it's contrarie, as great
193As my trust was, which had indeede no limit,
195Not onely with what my reuenew yeelded,
196But what my power might els exact. Like one
197Who hauing into truth, by telling of it,
199To credite his owne lie, he did beleeue
200He was indeed the Duke, out o'th' Substitution
201And executing th'outward face of Roialtie
202With all prerogatiue: hence his Ambition growing:
205Pros. To haue no Schreene between this part he plaid,
206And him he plaid it for, he needes will be
207Absolute Millaine, Me (poore man) my Librarie
208Was Dukedome large enough: of temporall roalties
209He thinks me now incapable. Confederates
210(so drie he was for Sway) with King of Naples
211To giue him Annuall tribute, doe him homage
212Subiect his Coronet, to his Crowne and bend
213The Dukedom yet vnbow'd (alas poore Millaine)
215Mira. Oh the heauens:
216Pros. Marke his condition, and th'euent, then tell me
217If this might be a brother.
219To thinke but Noblie of my Grand-mother,
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