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For thou must now know further.
Mira. You have often
Pro. The hour's now come;
Mira. Certainly, sir, I can.
Pro. By what? by any other house, or person?
Mira. 'Tis far off;
my remembrance warrants: Had I not Four or five women once, that tended me? Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda : But how is
Mira. But that I do not.
Mira. Sir, are not you my father ?
She said—thou wast my daughter; and thy father
Mira. O, the heavens !
Pro. Both, both, my girl : By foul play, as thou say’st, were we heav'd thence; But blessedly holp hither.
Mira. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, further.
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, callid Antonio, I pray thee, mark me,—that a brother should Be so perfidious !-he whom, next thyself, Of all the world I lov’d, and to him put The manage of my state; as, at that time, Through all the signiories it was the first, And Prospero the prime duke; 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 uncleDost thou attend me?
Mira. Sir, most hicedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash for over-topping; new created The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang’d them, Or else new form’d them: having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
Mira. O good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
Pro. 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 man !--my library Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable: confederates (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, To give him annual tribute, do him homage; Subject his coronet to the crown, and bend
The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan !)
Mira. O the heavens !
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me, If this might be a brother.
Mira. I should sin
Pro. Now the condition.
Mira. Alack, for pity!
Pro. Hear a little further,
Mira. Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us?
Pro. Well demanded, wench:
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not;
Mira. Alack! what trouble
Pro. 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 burden groan’d; which rais'd in me An undergoing stomach, to bear up Against what should ensue.
Mira. How came we ashore?
Pro. By Providence divine. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Out of his charity, (who 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 lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, From my own library, with volumes that I priz'd above my dukedom.