To what tune pleas’d his ear; that now he was
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,
And suck’d my verdure out on’t.—Thou attend’st not.
Mira. O, good sir, I do.
Pro. I pray thee, mark me.
I thus, neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind,
With that, which, but by being so retired,
O’er-priz’d all popular rate, in my false brother
Awak’d an evil nature: and my trust,