1 More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts.
2 Lend thy hand And pluck my magic garment from me.
3 Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough.
4 I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother.
5 I will be correspondent to command And do my spriting gently.
6 Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said thou wast my daughter.
7 Come on, We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Yields us kind answer.
8 Tis far off And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants.
9 If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
10 As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed With raven's feather from unwholesome fen Drop on you both.
11 So, of his gentleness, Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
12 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.
13 Dear, they durst not, So dear the love my people bore me, nor set A mark so bloody on the business, but With colors fairer painted their foul ends.
14 Thou didst smile, Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have decked the sea with drops full salt, Under my burden groaned, which raised in me An undergoing stomach to bear up Against what should ensue.
15 I have done nothing but in care of thee, Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who Art ignorant of what thou art, naught knowing Of whence I am, nor that I am more better Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father.
16 Know thus far forth: By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies Brought to this shore; and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.
17 I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind With that which, but by being so retired, O'erprized all popular rate, in my false brother Awaked an evil nature, and my trust, Like a good parent, did beget of him A falsehood in its contrary as great As my trust was, which had indeed no limit, A confidence sans bound.
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