Act I

But that I do not.

Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,

Thy father was the Duke of Milan and

A prince of power.

Sir, are not you my father?

Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and

She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father

Was Duke of Milan; and thou his only heir

And princess no worse issued.

O the heavens!

What foul play had we, that we came from thence?

Or blessed was’t we did?

Both, both, my girl:

By foul play, as thou say’st, were we heaved thence,

But blessedly holp hither.