_Pros._ Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it That this lives in thy mind? What see'st thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here, How thou camest here, thou mayst.[372-12] _Mira._ But that I do not. _Pros._ Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since, Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and A prince of power. _Mira._ Sir, are you not my father? _Pros._ Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father Was Duke of Milan; thou his only heir, A princess--no worse issued. _Mira._ O the Heavens! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessèd was't we did? _Pros._ Both, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence; But blessedly holp[373-13] hither. _Mira._ O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen[373-14] that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, further.[373-15] _Pros._ 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[373-16] of my State; as, at that time, Through all the signiories[373-17] it was the first, And Prospero the prime[373-18] 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? _Mira._ Sir, most heedfully. _Pros._--Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; who[374-19] t' advance, and who To trash[374-20] for over-topping[374-21]--new-created The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em, Or else new-form'd 'em; having both the key[374-22] Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the State To what tune pleased his ear; that[374-23] now he was The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, And suck'd the verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not. _Mira._ O good sir, I do.