Tempest I.2 Miranda

  1. It should the good ship so have swallow'd and
    The fraughting souls within her.
    • Be collected:
    • No more amazement: tell your piteous heart
    • There's no harm done.
  2. O, woe the day!
    • No harm.
    • I have done nothing but in care of thee,
    • Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who
    • Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
    • Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
    • Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
    • And thy no greater father.
  3. More to know
    Did never meddle with my thoughts.
    • 'Tis time
    • I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
    • And pluck my magic garment from me. So:
    • Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
    • The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
    • The very virtue of compassion in thee,
    • I have with such provision in mine art
    • So safely ordered that there is no soul—
    • No, not so much perdition as an hair
    • Betid to any creature in the vessel
    • Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;
    • For thou must now know farther.
  4. You have often
    Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
    And left me to a bootless inquisition,
    Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'
    • The hour's now come;
    • The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
    • Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember
    • A time before we came unto this cell?
    • I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
    • Out three years old.
  5. Certainly, sir, I can
    • By what? by any other house or person?
    • Of any thing the image tell me that
    • Hath kept with thy remembrance.
  6. Tis far off
    And rather like a dream than an assurance
    That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
    Four or five women once that tended me?
    • Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it
    • That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
    • In the dark backward and abysm of time?
    • If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here,
    • How thou camest here thou mayst.Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it
    • That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
    • In the dark backward and abysm of time?
    • If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here,
    • How thou camest here thou mayst.
  7. But that I do not
    • Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,
    • Thy mother was the Duchess of Milan and
    • A princess of power.
  8. Madam, are not you my mother?
    • The very same, the Duchess of Milan; and thou my only heir
    • And princess no worse issued.
  9. O the heavens!
    What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
    Or blessed was't we did?
    • Both, both, my girl:
    • By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence,
    • But blessedly holp hither.
  10. O, my heart bleeds
    To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,
    Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
    • My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio—
    • I pray thee, mark me—that a brother should
    • Be so perfidious!—he whom next thyself
    • Of all the world I loved and to him put
    • The manage of my state; as at that time
    • Through all the signories it was the first
    • And Prospera the prime duchess, being so reputed
    • In dignity, and for the liberal arts
    • Without a parallel; those being all my study,
    • The government I cast upon my brother
    • And to my state grew stranger, being transported
    • And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle—
    • Dost thou attend me?
  11. Madam, most heedfully.
    • Being once perfected how to grant suits,
    • How to deny them, who to advance and who
    • To trash for over-topping, new created
    • The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em,
    • Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key
    • Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state
    • To what tune pleased 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 not.
  12. O, good madam, I do.
    • I pray thee, mark me.
    • I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
    • To closeness and the bettering of my mind
    • With that which, but by being so retired,
    • O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
    • Awaked 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 into 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 o' the substitution
    • And executing the outward face of royalty,
    • With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing—
    • Dost thou hear?
  13. Your tale, madam, would cure deafness.
    • 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 woman, my library
    • Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties
    • He thinks me now incapable; confederates—
    • So dry he was for sway—wi' the 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 Milan!—
    • To most ignoble stooping.
  14. O the heavens!
    • Mark his condition and the event; then tell me
    • If this might be a brother.
  15. I should sin
    To think but nobly of my grandmother:
    Good wombs have borne bad sons.
    • Now the condition.
    • The 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.
  16. Alack, for pity!
    I, not remembering how I cried out then,
    Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint
    That wrings mine eyes to't.
    • Hear 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.
  17. 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
    • With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
    • In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
    • Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
    • A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
    • Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
    • Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
    • To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigh
    • To the winds whose pity, sighing back again,
    • Did us but loving wrong.
  18. Alack, what trouble
    Was I then to you!
    • O, a cherubim
    • Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile.
    • Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
    • When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,
    • Under my burthen groan'd; which raised in me
    • An undergoing stomach, to bear up
    • Against what should ensue.
  19. How came we ashore?
    • By Providence divine.
    • Some food we had and some fresh water that
    • A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
    • Out of his charity, being then appointed
    • Master of this design, did give us, with
    • Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,
    • Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
    • Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me
    • From mine own library with volumes that
    • I prize above my dukedom.
  20. Would I might
    But ever see that man!
    • Now I arise:
    • 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 princesses can that have more time
    • For vainer hours and tutors not so careful.
  21. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir,
    For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason
    For raising this sea-storm?
    • 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 inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
    • And give it way: I know thou canst not choose.
    • Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.
    • Approach, my Ariel, come.
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Tempest I.2 Miranda
Tempest I.2 Prospera's first dialogue with Miranda