Prosp. You stare upon me, as you ne'er had seen me; Have fifteen years so lost me to your knowledge, That you retain no memory of Prospero?
Gonz. The good old duke of Milan!
Prosp. I wonder less, That thou, Antonio, knowest me not, because Thou didst long since forget I was thy brother Else I had ne'er been here.
Ant. Shame choaks my words.
Alonz. And wonder mine.
Prosp. For you, usurping prince, [To Alonz.
Know, by my art you were shipwrecked on this isle, Where, after I a while had punished you, My vengeance would have ended; I designed To match that son of yours with this my daughter.
Alonz. Pursue it still, I am most willing to it.
Prosp. So am not I. No marriages can prosper, Which are with murderers made; look on that corpse. This, whilst he lived, was young Hippolito; That infant duke of Mantua, sir, whom you Exposed with me; and here I bred him up, Till that blood-thirsty man, that Ferdinand—— But why do I exclaim on him, when justice Calls to unsheath her sword against his guilt?
Alonz. What do you mean?