Dashes the fire out. O! I have suffered Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere Pros. Mir. O, woe the day! No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, Mir. More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down; For thou must now know farther. You have often Mir. Pros. The hour 's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not Mir. 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. Mir. 'Tis far off; And rather like a dream, than an assurance That my remembrance warrants. Had I not Four or five women once, that tended me? Pros. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. 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 cam'st here, How thou cam'st here, thou may'st. Mir. But that I do not. Pros. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since, Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and A prince of power. Sir, are not you my father? Pros. 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 issued. Mir. O, the heavens ! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was 't we did? Pros. 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, farther. Pros. My brother and thy uncle, call'd I pray thee, mark me— -that a brother should Without a parallel; those being all my study, And to my state grew stranger, being transported, And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleDost thou attend me? Mir. 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 '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 not. verdure out on 't. Thou attend'st 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 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, And executing the outward face of royalty, With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing Dost thou hear? Mir. 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 Mir. O the heavens ! Pros. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me If this might be a brother. I should sin Mir. Pros. The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, Mir. Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, |