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THE TEMPEST
Miranda.
A prince of power. 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 thou his only heir
And princess no worse issued.
She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
Was Duke of Milan; and thou his only heir
And princess no worse issued.
Miranda.
And princess no worse issued. O the heavens!
What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
Or blessed was ’t we did?
What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
Or blessed was ’t we did?
Prospero.
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.
By foul play, as thou say’st, were we heaved thence,
But blessedly holp hither.
Miranda.
But blessedly holp hither. O, my heart bleeds
To think o’ the teen that I have turn’d you to,
Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
To think o’ the teen that I have turn’d you to,
Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
Prospero.
My brother and thy uncle, call’d 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,
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,
