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The King of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises Of homage and I know not how much tribute, Should presently extirpate me and mine Out of the dukedom and confer fair Milan With all the honours on my brother: whereon, A treacherous army levied, one midnight Fated to the purpose did Antonio open The gates of Milan, and, i' the dead of darkness, The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Me and thy crying self. MIRANDA I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons. MIRANDA O the heavens! PROSPERO Mark his condition and the event then tell me If this might be a brother.

Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough : of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable confederates- So dry he was for sway -wi' 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. PROSPERO To have no screen between this part he play'd And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Absolute Milan. He being thus lorded, Not only with what my revenue yielded, But what my power might else exact, like one Who having into 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 o' the substitution And executing the outward face of royalty, With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing- Dost thou hear? MIRANDA Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. 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.

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PROSPERO Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them, who to advance and who To trash for over-topping, new created The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em, Or else new form'd 'em having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the 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. Thy false uncle- Dost thou attend me? MIRANDA Sir, most heedfully. PROSPERO My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio- I pray thee, mark me-that a brother should Be so perfidious! -he whom next thyself Of all the world I loved and to him put The manage of my state as at that time Through all the signories 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.

MIRANDA O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance ! Please you, farther. MIRANDA O the heavens! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did? PROSPERO Both, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence, But blessedly holp hither. MIRANDA Sir, are not you my father? PROSPERO Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said thou wast my daughter and thy father Was Duke of Milan and thou his only heir And princess no worse issued. PROSPERO Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since, Thy father was the Duke of Milan and A prince of power. But how is it That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here, How thou camest here thou mayst. Had I not Four or five women once that tended me? PROSPERO Thou hadst, and more, Miranda.

MIRANDA 'Tis far off And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants. PROSPERO By what? by any other house or person? Of any thing the image tell me that Hath kept with thy remembrance.

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