The tempest : a comedy . of Milan, and A prince of 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 his only heir A princess, no worse O the heavens! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed wast we did ?Prospero. Both, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou sayst, were we heaved thence; But blessedly holp O, my heart bleeds To think o the teen that I have turnd you to, Which is from my remembrance 1 Please you, My br
The tempest : a comedy . of Milan, and A prince of 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 his only heir A princess, no worse O the heavens! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed wast we did ?Prospero. Both, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou sayst, were we heaved thence; But blessedly holp O, my heart bleeds To think o the teen that I have turnd you to, Which is from my remembrance 1 Please you, My brother, and thy uncle, calld 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, 8. ACT ONE THE TEMPEST SCENE TWO And to my state grew stranger, being transportedAnd rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle—Dost thou attend me? Miranda. Sir, most heedfuUy. Prospero. Being once perfected how to grant suits,How to deny them, who to advance, and whoTo trash for over-topping, new createdThe creatures that were mine, I say, or changed em,Or else new formd em ; having both the keyOf officer and office, set all hearts i the stateTo what tune pleased his ear; that now he wasThe ivy which had hid my princely trunkAnd suckd my verdure out on t Thou attendst not. Miranda. O, good sir, I do. Prospero. I pray thee, mark me. I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicatedTo closeness and the bettering of my mindWith that which, but by being so retired,Oer-prized all popular rate, in my false brotherAwaked an evil nature ; and my trust,Like a good parent, did beget of himA falsehood in its contrary, as greatAs my trust was; which had indeed no limit,A confid
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