[O, my heart] bleeds
To think o’ the teen that I have turn’d you to.
65 Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
Pros. My brother, and thy uncle, call’d Antonio,—
I pray thee, mark me,—that a brother should
Be so perfidious!—he whom, next thyself,
Of all the world I loved, and to him put
70 The manage of my state; as, at that time,
Through all the signories it was the first,
And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed