Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Mir. Tis far off,

And rather like a dream than an assurance

That my remembrance warrants. Had I not

Four or five women once that tended me?

Pros. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it

That this lives in thy mind ? What seest thou else

In the dark backward and abysm of time?

If thou remember'st aught ere thou earnest here,

How thou earnest here thou mayst.

Mir. 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.

Mir. Sir, are not you my father?

Pros. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and

She said thou wast my daughter ; and thy father