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No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
O, woe the day!
More to know
'Tis time I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magick garment from me.
[Lays down his mantle. Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes;
You have often
The hour's now come ;
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Certainly, sir, I can.
'Tis far off ;
Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda : But how
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
But that I do not.
Mira. Sir, are not you my father ?
Pro. 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. Mira.
O, the heavens ! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did ?
Both, both, my girl : By foul play, as thou say’st, were we heav'd thence; But blessedly holp hither. Mira.
O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from
remembrance! Please you, further Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, called Antonio;--I
pray thee, mark me, -that a brother should
Sir, most heedfully.
my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st not: I pray thee, mark me. Mira.
O good Sir, I do.
9 Cut away.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate To closeness, and the bettering of my mind With that, which, but by being so retird, O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Awak'd 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. He being thus lorded, Not only with what my revenue yielded, But what my power might else exact,--like one, Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie,-he did believe He was the duke; out of the substitution, And executing the outward face of royalty, With all prerogative :-Hence his ambition Growing,-Dost hear?
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
Pro. 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 : confederates (So dry he was for sway) with 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. Mira.
O the heavens!
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell
I should sin
Now the condition,
Alack, for pity! I, not rememb’ring how I cried out then, Will
it o'er again; it is a hint, 4 That wrings mine eyes. Pro.
Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us ; without the which, this story Were most impertinent. Mira.
Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us? Pro.
Well demanded, wench ; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not;