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If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam’st here,
But that I do not. Pro. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year
Sir, are not you my father?
O, the heavens ! What foul play had we, that we came from
thence ? Or blessed was't we did ? Pro.
Both, both, my girl ; By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved
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,
farther. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, callid An
tonio, I pray thee mark me that a brother should Be so perfidious ;-he whom, next thyself, Of all the world I loved, and to himn 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 uncle-
Sir, most heedfully.
them, Or else new form'd them ; having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts i' th' 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 at
tend'st not. Mira. O good sir, I do. Pro.
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 unto 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 of the substitution, And executing the outward face of royalty, With all prerogative :-hence his ambition
growing, Dost thou hear?
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 royal
ties 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 his crown, and bend The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan !) To most ignoble stooping. Mira.
O the heavens ! Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then
If this might be a brother.
I should sin
Now the condition,
Alack, for pity!
Hear a little further,
Wherefore did they not
Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they
Alack! what trouble
O! a cherubim
How came we ashore?
Master of this design-did give us ; with
'Would I might But ever see that man !
Pro. Now I arise :-- - (Resumes his mantle. 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 princess' can, that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. Mira. Heavens thank you for 't! And now,
pray you, sir, (For still’tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm? Pro.
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 ques
tions ; Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, And give it way ;-I know thou canst not choose.
[MIRANDA sleeps. Come away, servant, come! I am ready now; Approach, my Ariel ; come!