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The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
For thou muft now know further.
Mira. You have often
Begun to tell we what I am, but stopt,
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?
Mira. 'Tis far off;
And rather like a dream, than an affurance
9 virtue of Compaffion.] Virtue: The most efficacious Part, the energetick Quality; in a like Senfe we fay, the Virtue of a Plant is in the Extract. that there is no Scul.] Thus the old Editions read, but this is apparently defective. Mr. Rowe, and after him Dr. Warburton, read that there is no Soul loft, without any Notice of the Variation. Mr. Theobald fubftitutes no foil, and Mr. Pope follows him. To come fo near the Right, and yet to mifs it is unlucky; the Author probably
That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
Pro. Thou hadft, and more, Miranda: but how is it,
Mira. But that I do not.
Pro. 'Tis twelve years fince, Miranda.
Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and
Mira. Sir, are not you my father?
Pro. Thy Mother was a piece of virtue, and
Mira. O the heav'ns!
What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
Pro. Both, both, my girl:
By foul play (as thou fay'ft) were we heav'd thence;
Mira. O, my heart bleeds
To think o'th' teene that I have turn'd you to.
And rapt in fecret ftudies. Thy false uncle-
Mira. Sir, moft heedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant fuits, How to deny them; whom t'advance, and whom To trash for over-topping; new-created The creatures, that were mine; I fay, or chang'd'em, Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key2 Of officer and office, fet all hearts i'th' ftate
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
Pro. I pray thee, mark me.
I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
As my truft was; which had, indeed, no limit,
2 Key in this Place feems to fignify the Key of a mufical Inftrument, by which he fet Hearts
3 Alluding to the Obfervation, that a Father above the common rate of Men has commonly a Son below it. Heroum filii noxa.
Who having INTO Truth by telling of it,
Made fuch a Sinner of his Me
To credit his own lie.] The corrupted reading of the Second line has rendered this beautiful Similitude quite unintelligible. For what is having into truth]? or what doth [it] refer to not to [truth], because if he told truth he could never credit a lie. And yet there is no other correlative to which [it] can belong. I read
Made fuch a finner of his memory,
Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafness.
Pro. To have no fcreen between this part he plaid, And him he plaid 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 most ignoble ftooping.
Mira. O the heav'ns!
Pro. Mark his condition, and th'event; then tell me, If this might be a Brother.
Mira. I fhould fin,
To think but nobly of my grandmother;
Good wombs have bore bad fons.
Pro. Now the condition:
This King of Naples, being an enemy
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,
Mira. Alack, for pity!
I, not remembring how I cry'd out then,
Pro. Hear a little further,
And then I'll bring thee to the prefent bufinefs, Which now's upon's; without the which this ftory Were most impertinent.
Mira. Why did they not
That hour destroy us?
Pro. Well demanded, wench;
My tale provokes that queftion. Dear, they durft not,
Mira. Alack! what trouble
Was I then to you?
Pro. O a cherubim
Thou waft, that did preferve me: Thou didst smile, Infufed with a fortitude from heav'n,