Page 1032 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

O, my heart bleeds
To think o’ th’ teen that I have turn’d you to,
Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther. [65]

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 lov’d, and to him put
The manage of my state; as at that time [70]

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,
The government I cast upon my brother, [75]

And to my state grew stranger, being transported
And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle
Dost thou attend me?

MIRANDA
Sir, most heedfully.

PROSPERO

Being once perfected how to grant suits,
How to deny them, who t’ advance, and who [80]
To trash for over-topping, new created
The creatures that were mine, I say, of chang’d ’em,
Or else new form’d ’em; having both the key

Of officer and office, set all hearts i’ th’ state
To what tune pleas’d his ear; that now he was [85]
The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,

And suck’d my verdure out on ’t. Thou attend’st not?

MIRANDA

O, good sir, I do.

PROSPERO