MIRANDA But that I do not. PROSPERO Twelve year since,Miranda,twelve year since, Thy father was the Duke of Milan and A prince of power. MIRANDA 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. MIRANDA 0 the heavens! What foul play had we,that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did? PROSPERO Both,both,my girl: By foul play,as thou say'st,were we heaved thence, But blessedly holp hither. MIRANDA 0,my heart bleeds 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, The government I cast upon my brother 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 to advance and whoMIRANDA But that I do not. PROSPERO Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since, Thy father was the Duke of Milan and A prince of power. MIRANDA 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. MIRANDA O the heavens! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did? PROSPERO Both, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence, But blessedly holp hither. MIRANDA O, my heart bleeds 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, The government I cast upon my brother 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 to advance and who