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2 (Who had no doubt ome noble creature in her)

Dah'd all to peeces : O the cry did knocke

A gaint my very heart: poore oules, they perih'd.

Had I byn any God of power, I would

Haue uncke the Sea within the Earth, or ere

It hould the good Ship o haue wallow'd, and

The fraughting Soules within her.

Pro. Be collected.

No more amazement: Tell, your pitteous heart

there’s no harme done.

Mira. O woe,the day.

Pro. No harme:

I haue done nothing.but in care of thee

(Of thee my deere one; thee my daughter) who

Art ignorant of what thou art. naught knowing

Of whence I am : nor that I am more better

Then Propero, Mater of a full poore cell,

And thy no greater Father.

Mira. More to know

Did neuer medic with my thoughts.

Pro 'Tis time

I hould informe thee farther: Lend thy hand

And plucke my Magick garment from me: So,

Lye there my Art: wipe thou thine eyes, haue comfort,

The direfull pectacle of the wracke which couch'd

The very vertue of compaion in thee:

I haue with uch prouiion in mine Art

So afely ordered,that there is no oule

No not o much perdition as an hayre

Betid to any creature in the veell

Which thou heardt cry, which thou aw't inke: Sit downe,

For thou mut now know farther.

Mira. You haue often

Begun to cell me what I am but topt

And let me to a bootelee Inquittion,

Concluding, tay: not yet.

Pro. The howr's now come

The very minute byds thee ope thine eare,

Obey and be attentiue. Cant thou remember

A time before we came vnto this Cell ?

I doe not thinke thou cant,for then thou was't not

Out three yeeres old.

Mira. Certainely Sir, I can.

Pro. By what ? by any other houe,or peron ?

Of any thing the Image, tell me, that

Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Mira. 'Tis farre off:

And rather like a dreame,then an aurance

That my remembrance warrants : Had I not

Fowre,or five women once,that tended me?

Pro. Thou hadt; and more Miranda: But how is it

that this liues in thy minde? What eet thou els

In the dark-backward and Abilme of Time ?

Y thou remembret ought ere thou cam't here,

How thou cam't here thou mait.

Mira. But that I doe not.

Pros. Twelue yere ince (Miranda) twelue yere ince,

Thy father was the Duke of Millame and

A Prince of power.

Mira. Sir, are not you my Father?

Pro. Thy Mother was a peece of vertue, and

She aid thou wat my daughter; and thy father

Was Duke of Millame,and his onely heire,

And Princce; no wore Iued.

Mira. O the heauens,

What fowle play had we that we came from thence ?

Or bleed was't we did ?

Pro. Both.both my Girle.

By fowle-play (as thou ait) were we heau'd thence.

But bleedly holpe hither.

Mira. O my heart bleeds

To thinkeoth' teene that I haue turn'd you to,

Which is from my remembrance, pleae you,farther;

Pro. My brother and thy vncle, call'd Anthonio:

I pray thee marke me, that a brother hould

Be o peridious: he, whom next thy elfe Of all the world I lou'd and to him put The mannage of my tate, as at that time

Through all the ignorics it was the firt,

And Propero, prime Duke, being o reputed

In dignity ; and for the liberall Artes, Without a paralell; thoe being all my tudie, The Goucrnment I cat vpon my brother,

And to my State grew tranger, being tranported

And rapt in ecrct tudies, thy fale vncle

(D't thou attend me ?)

Mira. Sir, mot heedefully.

Pro. Being once perfected how to graunt uites, how to deny them : who t'aduance, and who To crah for ouer-topping; new created The creatures chat were mine, I ay, or chang'd 'em, Or els new form'd 'em ; hauing both the key. Of Officer,and office, et all hearts i'th tate To what tune pleas'd his care,chat now he was The Iuy which had hid my princely Trunck, And uckt my verdure out on't: Thou attend'd not ?

Mira. O good Sir, I doe.

Pro. I pray thee marke me: I thus neglecing worldly ends, all dedicated To cloenes, and the bettering of my mind with that, which but by being o retir'd Ore-priz’d all popular rateiin my fale brother Awak'd an euill nature, and my crut Like a good parent, did beget of him A falehood in it's concrarie, as great As my trut was,w hich had indeede no limit, A confidence ans bound. He being thus Lorded, Not onely with what my reuenew yeeldcd, But what my power might els exact. Like one Who hauing into truth,by telling of it, Made uch a ynner of his memorie To credite his owne lie,he did belceue He was indeed the Duke, out o'th' Subtitution And executing th'outward face of Roialtic With all prerogatiue thence his Ambition growing: Do't thou heare?

Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafenee.

Pro. To haue no Schreene between this patt he plaid. And him he plaid it for, he needes will be Abolute Millainc, Me (poore man) my Libratie Was Dukedome large enough : of temporall roaltiet He thinks me now incapable. Confederates (o drie he was for Sway) with King of Naples To giue him Annuall tribute, doe him homage Subject his Coronet,to his Crowpe and bend The Dukedom yet vnbow'd (alas poore Millaine) To mot ignoble tooping.

Mira. Oh the hcauens:

Pro. Marke his condition,and th'euent, then tell me If this might be a brother.

Mira. I hould inne To think but Nobile of my Grand-mother, Good