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Did never meddle with my thoughts.
More to know
"T is time
I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me. So: [Lays down his mantle. Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
For thou must now know farther.
Mir. You have often Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd And left me to a bootless inquisition, Concluding "Stay: not yet."
The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell?
I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not 40 Out three years old.
Certainly, sir, I can.
Pros. By what? by any other house or person? Of any thing the image tell me that Hath kept with thy remembrance.
"T is far off
And rather like a dream than an assurance
Pros. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
A prince of power.
O the heavens ! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? 60 Or blessed was 't we did?
Both, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence, But blessedly holp hither.
Mir. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you,
Pros. My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio I pray thee, mark me
that a brother should
Be so perfidious! - he whom next thyself
And to my state grew stranger, being transported
Sir, most heedfully.
Pros. 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
Mir. O, good sir, I do. Pros. 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
Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key
As my trust was; which had indeed no limit,
But what my power might else exact, like one
To credit his own lie, he did believe
He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution,
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pros. To have no screen between this part he play'd
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
So dry he was for sway — wi' the King of Naples
O the heavens !
Mark his condition and the event; then tell me
If this might be a brother.
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
The gates of Milan, and, i' the dead of darkness, 130
Me and thy crying self.
Pros. Hear a little further And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now 's upon 's; without the which this story Were most impertinent.
Wherefore did they not
That hour destroy us?
Well demanded, wench:
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,
So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats