_Mir._ Why speaks my father so ungently? This is The third man that I ever saw, the first Whom e'er I sighed for; sweet heaven, move my father To be inclined my way. _Ferd._ O! if a virgin, And your affections not gone forth, I'll make you Mistress of Savoy. _Prosp._ Soft, sir, one word more.-- They're in each other's power; but this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light.--One word more. Thou usurp'st The name not due to thee, hast put thyself Upon this island as a spy, to get The government from me, the lord of it. _Ferd._ No, as I'm a man. _Mir._ There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the evil spirit hath so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with it. _Prosp._ No more. Speak not for him, he is a traitor. Come! thou art my prisoner, and shalt be in bonds. Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be The fresh brook-muscles, withered roots and husks, Wherein the acorn cradled;----follow. _Ferd._ No, I will resist such entertainment, Till my enemy has more power. [_He draws, and is charmed from moving._ _Mir._ O dear father! make not too rash a trial Of him; for he is gentle, and not fearful. _Prosp._ My child my tutor! put thy sword up, Traitor, who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike: Thy conscience is possessed with guilt. Come from thy ward, For I can here disarm thee with this wand, And make thy weapon drop. _Mir._ 'Beseech you, father. _Prosp._ Hence: Hang not on my garment. _Mir._ Sir, have pity! I'll be his surety! _Prosp._ Silence! one word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee: What! An advocate for an impostor? sure Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as his; To the most of men this is a Caliban, And they to him are angels. _Mir._ My affections are then most humble; I have no ambition to see a goodlier man. _Prosp._ Come on, obey: Thy nerves are in their infancy again, And have no vigour in them. _Ferd._ So they are: My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up: My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wreck of all my friends, and this man's threats, To whom I am subdued, would seem light to me, Might I but once a day thorough my prison Behold this maid: All corners else o' the earth Let liberty make use of: I have space Enough in such a prison. _Prosp._ It works: Come on: Thou hast done well, fine Ariel: Follow me. Hark what thou shalt do for me. [_Whispers_ ARIEL. _Mir._ Be of comfort! My father's of a better nature, sir, Than he appears by speech: This is unwonted, Which now came from him. _Prosp._ Thou shalt be free as mountain winds: But then Exactly do all points of my command. _Ariel._ To a syllable. [_Exit_ ARIEL.