: I have with fuch provifion in mine art (4) Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard 'ft cry, which thou saw'st sink: sit down. For thou must now know farther. Mira. You have often Begun to tell me what I am, but ftopt, Pro. The hour's now come, The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; I do not think, thou canft; for then thou waft not Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept in thy remembrance. Mira. 'Tis far off; And rather like a dream, than an affurance (4) Provifion in mine art.] This is the reading of the rft fel. edition, which I have therefore reftored. The word compassion took place afterwards, I prefume, from the mistake of the Printers, who threw their eyes twice inadvertently on the preceding line, where this word is, and fo happen'd to substitute it. (5) is no foyle,] i. e. no damage, lofs, detriment. The two old Folio's 's read, is no foul: which will not agree in Grammar with the following part of the fentence. Mr. Rowe firft fubftituted--no foul loft, which does not much mend the matter, taking the context together. Foyle is a word familiar with our Poet, and in fome degrée fynonymous to perdition in the next line. So in the beginning of the third act of this play, but fome defect in her Did quarrel with the nobleft grace the ow'd, And put it to the foil. i. e. abated, undid it. (6) out three years old.] This is the old reading: 'tis true, the expreffion is obfolete, but it fupply'd the fenfe of, full out, out-right, or right-out, as in the fourth act of this play; Swears, he will fhoot no more, but play with fparrows, And be a boy right-out. That my remembrance warrants. Had I not Four, or five, women once, that tended me? Pro. Thou hadft, and more, Miranda: but how is it, That this lives in thy mind? what feest thou elfe In the dark back-ward and abyfme of time? If thou remember'ft ought, ere thou cam'ft here; How thou camft here, thou may'st. Mira. But that I do not. Pro.'Tis twelve yearsfince, Miranda; twelve years fince, Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and A Prince of pow'r. Mira. Sir, are not you my father? Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She faid, thou waft my daughter; and thy father Was Duke of Milan, and his only heir A Princess, no worse issu’d. Mira. O the heav'ns! What foul play had we, that we came from thence à Or bleffed was't, we did? Pro. Both, both, my girl; By foul play (as thou fay't) were we heav'd thence ; But bleffedly help'd hither. Mira. Q, my heart bleeds To think o' th' teene that I have turn'd you to, I pray thee, mark me ;-(that a brother should Without a parallel; those being all my study :) And to my ftate grew ftranger; being transported, Mira. Sir, moft heedfully. Pre. Being once perfected how to grant fuits, How How to deny them; whom ť advance, and whom The creatures, that were mine; I fay, or chang'd 'em, And fuckt my verdure out on't.- Thou attend'ft not, Pro. I pray thee, mark me then. Fthus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated As my truft was; But what my power might elfe exact; like one, He was, indeed, the Duke; from fubftitation, With all prerogative. Hence his ambition growing Doft thou hear? Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafnefs. Pro. To have no fcreen between this part he play'd, And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Abfolute Milan. Me, poor man!-my library Was Dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable: confederates (So dry he was for fway) wi' th' 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 moft ignoble ftooping. Mira. Ŏ the heav'ns? B. 5 Pro. Pro. Mark his condition, and th'event; then tell me, If this might be a brother. Mira. I fhould fin, (7) To think but nobly of my grand mother This King of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearks my brother's fuit; Whereon The gates of Milan; and, i' th' dead of darkness. Mira. Alack, for pity! (7) I should fin, To think not nobly of my grandmother ;] This is Mr. Pope's reading; from no authority, prefume: All the copies, that I have feen, have it; to think but nobly-e otherwife than nobly; according to our Author's ufage. So, in Much Ado about Nothing; I know not; if they fpeak but truth of her, Thefe hands fhall tear her. And fo in Timon; I to bear this, That never knew but better, is fome burden. &c. &c. (8) God wombs have bore bad fons. Pro. Now, the condition:] Thus have all the editions divided thefe fpeeches; but, tho' I have not attempted to regulate them otherwife. have great fufpicion, that our Author plac'd them thus ; Pro Good wombs bave bore bad fons.-Now, the condition & How could Miranda, that came into this defart ifland an infant, that had Loser feen any other creatures of the world, but her father and Cal ban, with any propriety be furnifh'd to make fuch an obfervation from life, that the iffue has often degenerated from the parent? But it comes very properly from Profpero, as a fhort document, by the by, to his daughter; implying, "that he did very well to think with honour of her anceftor; for that it was common in life, for good ་་ people to have bad children." J, not rememb'ring how I cry'd out then, That wring mine eyes to't. Pro. Heat a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business, Which now's upon's, without the which this flory Were moft impertinent. Mira. Why did they not That hour deftroy us? Pro. Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durft not Mira. Alack! what trouble Was I then to you? Pro. O a cherubim Thou wait, that did preferve me: Thou didst smile, Infufed with a fortitude from heav'n, (When I have deck'd the fea with drops full-falt ; Under my burden groan'd ;) which rais'd in me An undergoing ftomach, to bear up Against what fhould enfue. Mira. How came we a-fhore ? Pro. By providence divine. Some food we had, and fome fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Out of his charity (being then appointed Mafter of this defign) did give us, with Rich garments, linnens, ftuffs, and neceffaries, Which fince have fteeded much. So of his gentleness, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From |