220Good wombes haue borne bad sonnes.

221Pro. Now the Condition.

222This King of Naples being an Enemy

223To me inueterate, hearkens my Brothers suit,

224Which was, That he in lieu o'th' premises,

225Of homage, and I know not how much Tribute,

226Should presently extirpate me and mine

227Out of the Dukedome, and confer faire Millaine

228With all the Honors, on my brother: Whereon

229A treacherous Armie leuied, one mid-night

230Fated to th' purpose, did Anthonio open

231The gates of Millaine, and ith' dead of darkenesse

232The ministers for th' purpose hurried thence

233Me, and thy crying selfe.

234Mir. Alack, for pitty:

235I not remembring how I cride out then

236Will cry it ore againe: it is a hint

237That wrings mine eyes too't.

238Pro. Heare a little further,

239And then I'le bring thee to the present businesse

240Which now's vpon's: without the which, this Story

241Were most impertinent.

242Mir. Wherefore did they not

243That howre destroy vs?

244Pro. Well demanded, wench:

245My Tale prouokes that question: Deare, they durst not,

246So deare the loue my people bore me: nor set

247A marke so bloudy on the businesse; but

248With colours fairer, painted their foule ends.

249In few, they hurried vs a-boord a Barke,

250Bore vs some Leagues to Sea, where they prepared

251A rotten carkasse of a Butt, not rigg'd,

252Nor tackle, sayle, nor mast, the very rats

253Instinctiuely haue quit it: There they hoyst vs

254To cry to th' Sea, that roard to vs; to sigh

255To th' windes, whose pitty sighing backe againe

256Did vs but louing wrong.

257Mir. Alack, what trouble

258Was I then to you?

259Pro. O, a Cherubin

260Thou was't that did preserue me; Thou didst smile,

261Infused with a fortitude from heauen,

262When I haue deck'd the sea with drops full salt,

263Vnder my burthen groan'd, which rais'd in me

264An vndergoing stomacke, to beare vp

265Against what should ensue.

266Mir. How came we a shore?

267Pro. By prouidence diuine,

268Some food, we had, and some fresh water, that

269A noble Neopolitan Gonzalo

270Out of his Charity, (who being then appointed

271Master of this designe) did giue vs, with

272Rich garments, linnens, stuffs, and necessaries

273Which since haue steeded much, so of his gentlenesse

274Knowing I lou'd my bookes, he furnishd me

275From mine owne Library, with volumes, that

276I prize aboue my Dukedome.

277Mir. Would I might

278But euer see that man.

279Pro. Now I arise,

280Sit still, and heare the last of our sea-sorrow:

281Heere in this Iland we arriu'd, and heere

282Haue I, thy Schoolemaster, made thee more profit

283Then other Princesse can, that haue more time

284For vainer howres; and Tutors, not so carefull.

285Mir. Heuens thank you for't. And now I pray you Sir,

286For still 'tis beating in my minde; your reason

287For raysing this Sea-storme?

288Pro. Know thus far forth,

289By accident most strange, bountifull Fortune

290(Now my deere Lady) hath mine enemies

291Brought to this shore: And by my prescience

292I finde my Zenith doth depend vpon

293A most auspitious starre, whose influence

294If now I court not, but omit; my fortunes

295Will euer after droope: Heare cease more questions,

296Thou art inclinde to sleepe: 'tis a good dulnesse,

297And giue it way: I know thou canst not chuse:

298Come away, Seruant, come; I am ready now,

299Approach my Ariel. Come. Enter Ariel.

300Ari. All haile, great Master, graue Sir, haile: I come

301To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,

302To swim, to diue into the fire: to ride

303On the curld clowds: to thy strong bidding, taske

304Ariel, and all his Qualitie.

305Pro. Hast thou, Spirit,

306Performd to point, the Tempest that I bad thee.

307Ar. To euery Article.

308I boorded the Kings ship: now on the Beake,

309Now in the Waste, the Decke, in euery Cabyn,

310I flam'd amazement, sometime I'ld diuide

311And burne in many places; on the Top-mast,

312The Yards and Bore-spritt, would I flame distinctly,

313Then meete, and ioyne. Ioues Lightning, the precursers

314O'th dreadfull Thunder-claps more momentarie

315And sight out-running were not; the fire, and cracks

316Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune

317Seeme to besiege, and make his bold waues tremble,

318Yea, his dread Trident shake.

319Pro. My braue Spirit,

320Who was so firme, so constant, that this coyle

321Would not infect his reason?

322Ar. Not a soule

323But felt a Feauer of the madde, and plaid

324Some tricks of desperation; all but Mariners

325Plung'd in the foaming bryne, and quit the vessell;

326Then all a fire with me the Kings sonne Ferdinand

327With haire vp-staring (then like reeds, not haire)

328Was the first man that leapt; cride hell is empty,

329And all the Diuels are heere.

330Pro. Why that's my spirit:

331But was not this nye shore?

332Ar. Close by, my Master.

333Pro. But are they ( Ariell) safe?

334Ar. Not a haire perishd:

335On their sustaining garments not a blemish,

336But fresher then before: and as thou badst me,

337In troops I haue dispersd them 'bout the Isle:

338The Kings sonne haue I landed by himselfe,

339Whom I left cooling of the Ayre with sighes,

340In an odde Angle of the Isle, and sitting

341His armes in this sad knot.

342Pro. Of the Kings ship,

343The Marriners, say how thou hast disposd,

344And all the rest o'th' Fleete?

345Ar. Safely in harbour

346Is the Kings shippe, in the deepe Nooke, where once

347Thou calldst me vp at midnight to fetch dewe

348From the still-vext Bermoothes, there she's hid;

349The Marriners all vnder hatches stowed,

350Who, with a Charme ioynd to their suffred labour

351I haue left asleep: and for the rest o'th' Fleet