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 heav'd thence;
But blessedly holp hither.
MIRANDA.
O! my heart bleeds
To think o' th' teen that I have turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance. Please you, further.
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
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.
