Thy father was a Duke of Milan and a prince of power. Thy mother was a piece of virtue and she said thou wast my daughter
My brother whom next thyself of all the world I loved and to him put the manage of my state, as at that time.
My liege should I tell the Duke?
No. I am the Duke
And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed in dignity, and for the liberal arts without a parallel. Those being all my study, the government I cast upon my brother and to my state grew stranger, being transported and rapt in secret studies.
The creatures that were mine, I say—or changed 'em, Or else new formed 'em—having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts i' th' state To what tune pleased his ear, that now he was\ The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
He did believe he was indeed the duke, out o' th' substitution and executing th' outward face of royalty with all prerogative. Hence his ambition growing—
So dry he was for sway—wi' th' King of Naples to give him annual tribute, do him homage, subject his coronet to his crown and bend he dukedom yet unbowed