“MIRANDA. O the heavens!
PROSPERO. Mark his condition, and th' event, then tell me
If this might be a brother. MIRANDA. I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.
PROSPERO. Now the condition:
This King of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Which was, that he, in lieu o' th' premises, Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,”