PROSPERO
I pray thee, mark me.
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all
dedicated
To closeness and the bettering of my mind
With that which, but by being so retired,
O'er-prized 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. He being thus
lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might else exact, like
one
Who having into truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie, he did believe
He was indeed the duke; out o' the
substitution
And executing the outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative: hence his ambition
growing--
Dost thou hear?