Mir. There's no harm done. O, woe the day! Pros. Mir. Pros. Mir. Pros. No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. 'Tis time I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me. So: 20 [Lays down his mantle. Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd 30 Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down; For thou must now know farther. You have often Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Canst thou remember Mir. A time before we came unto this cell? I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not Certainly, sir, I can. Mir. 'Tis far off And rather like a dream than an assurance 4I 50 Pros. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it Mir. A prince of power. Mir. Mir. Pros. Mir. She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father O the heavens ! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Both, both, my girl: 61 By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence, 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 Antonio Mir. I I pray thee, mark me—that a brother should Of all the world I loved and to him put The manage of my state; as at that time Without a parallel; those being all my study, 70 And to my state grew stranger, being transported Dost thou attend me? Sir, most heedfully. Pros. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them, who to advance and who 80 The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em, Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key Mir. O, good sir, I do. Pros. I pray thee, mark me. 90 Mir. Awaked an evil nature; and my trust, 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 100 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 Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable; confederatesSo 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. Mir. then tell me O the heavens! Mir. Pros. I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother : Now the condition. This King of Naples, being an enemy 121 |