_Pros._ The fringèd curtains of thine eyes advance,[389-103] And say what thou see'st yond. _Mira._ What is't? A spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, It carries a brave[389-104] form. But 'tis a spirit. _Pros._ No, wench: it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses As we have, such. This gallant which thou see'st Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd With grief, that's beauty's canker,[390-105] thou mightst call him A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, And strays about to find 'em. _Mira._ I might call him A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever saw so noble.[390-106] _Pros._ [_Aside._] It goes on,[390-107] I see, As my soul prompts it.--Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this. _Ferd._ Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend!--Vouchsafe my prayer May know if you remain upon this island; And that you will some good instruction give How I may bear me here: my prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is,--O you wonder!-- If you be maid or no?[390-108] _Mira._ No wonder,[390-109] sir; But certainly a maid. _Ferd._ My language![390-110] Heavens!-- I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken. _Pros._ How! the best? What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee? _Ferd._ A single thing,[391-111] as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me; And that he does I weep: myself am Naples;[391-112] Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld The King my father wreck'd. _Mira._ Alack, for mercy! _Ferd._ Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan And his brave son[391-113] being twain. _Pros._ [_Aside._] The Duke of Milan And his more braver daughter could control thee,[391-114] If now t'were fit to do't. At the first sight They have changed eyes.--Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this![391-115]--A word, good sir; I fear you've done yourself some wrong:[391-116] a word. _Mira._ Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father To be inclined my way! _Ferd._ O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The Queen of Naples. _Pros._ Soft, sir! one word more.-- [_Aside._] They're both in either's powers: but this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light.[392-117]--One word more; I charge thee That thou attend me: Thou dost here usurp The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself Upon this island as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on't.