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Scene 2
Enter Prospero and Miranda.

 If by your art, my dearest father, you have
 Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
 The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
 But that the sea, mounting to th’ welkin’s cheek,
5 Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered
 With those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel,
 Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,
 Dashed all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
 Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished.
10 Had I been any god of power, I would
 Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere
 It should the good ship so have swallowed, and
 The fraughting souls within her.
PROSPERO  Be collected.
15 No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart
 There’s no harm done.
MIRANDA  O, woe the day!
PROSPERO  No harm.
 I have done nothing but in care of thee,
20 Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who
 Art ignorant of what thou art, naught knowing
 Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
 Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
 And thy no greater father.
MIRANDA 25 More to know
 Did never meddle with my thoughts.
PROSPERO  ’Tis time
 I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand
 And pluck my magic garment from me.
Putting aside his cloak.
30 So,
 Lie there, my art.—Wipe thou thine eyes. Have

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 The direful spectacle of the wrack, which touched
 The very virtue of compassion in thee,
35 I have with such provision in mine art
 So safely ordered that there is no soul—
 No, not so much perdition as an hair,
 Betid to any creature in the vessel
 Which thou heard’st cry, which thou saw’st sink. Sit
40 down,
 For thou must now know farther.They sit.
MIRANDA  You have often
 Begun to tell me what I am, but stopped
 And left me to a bootless inquisition,
45 Concluding “Stay. Not yet.”
PROSPERO  The hour’s now come.
 The very minute bids thee ope thine ear.
 Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember
 A time before we came unto this cell?
50 I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
 Out three years old.
MIRANDA  Certainly, sir, I can.
 By what? By any other house or person?
 Of anything the image tell me that
55 Hath kept with thy remembrance.
MIRANDA  ’Tis far off
 And rather like a dream than an assurance
 That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
 Four or five women once that tended me?
60 Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it
 That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
 In the dark backward and abysm of time?
 If thou rememb’rest aught ere thou cam’st here,
 How thou cam’st here thou mayst.
MIRANDA 65 But that I do not.

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 Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,
 Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
 A prince of power.
MIRANDA  Sir, are not you my father?
70 Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
 She said thou wast my daughter. And thy father
 Was Duke of Milan, and his only heir
 And princess no worse issued.
MIRANDA  O, the heavens!
75 What foul play had we that we came from thence?
 Or blessèd was ’t we did?
PROSPERO  Both, both, my girl.
 By foul play, as thou sayst, were we heaved thence,
 But blessedly holp hither.
MIRANDA 80 O, my heart bleeds
 To think o’ th’ teen that I have turned you to,
 Which is from my remembrance. Please you,
 My brother and thy uncle, called Antonio—
85 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
 The manage of my state, as at that time
 Through all the signories it was the first,
90 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
95 And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle—
 Dost thou attend me?
MIRANDA  Sir, most heedfully.

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 Being once perfected how to grant suits,
 How to deny them, who t’ advance, and who
100 To trash for overtopping, new created
 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
105 The ivy which had hid my princely trunk
 And sucked my verdure out on ’t. Thou attend’st not.
 O, good sir, I do.
PROSPERO  I pray thee, mark me.
 I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
110 To closeness and the bettering of my mind
 With that which, but by being so retired,
 O’erprized all popular rate, in my false brother
 Awaked an evil nature, and my trust,
 Like a good parent, did beget of him
115 A falsehood in its contrary as great
 As my trust was, which had indeed no limit,
 A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
 Not only with what my revenue yielded
 But what my power might else exact, like one
120 Who, having into truth by telling of it,
 Made such a sinner of his memory
 To credit his own lie, he did believe
 He was indeed the Duke, out o’ th’ substitution
 And executing th’ outward face of royalty
125 With all prerogative. Hence, his ambition growing—
 Dost thou hear?
 Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
 To have no screen between this part he played
 And him he played it for, he needs will be

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130 Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library
 Was dukedom large enough. Of temporal royalties
 He thinks me now incapable; confederates,
 So dry he was for sway, wi’ th’ King of Naples
 To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
135 Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
 The dukedom, yet unbowed—alas, poor Milan!—
 To most ignoble stooping.
MIRANDA  O, the heavens!
 Mark his condition and th’ event. Then tell me
140 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.
145 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,
 Should presently extirpate me and mine
150 Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan,
 With all the honors, on my brother; whereon,
 A treacherous army levied, one midnight
 Fated to th’ purpose did Antonio open
 The gates of Milan, and i’ th’ dead of darkness
155 The ministers for th’ purpose hurried thence
 Me and thy crying self.
MIRANDA  Alack, for pity!
 I, not rememb’ring how I cried out then,
 Will cry it o’er again. It is a hint
160 That wrings mine eyes to ’t.
PROSPERO  Hear a little further,
 And then I’ll bring thee to the present business
 Which now ’s upon ’s, without the which this story
 Were most impertinent.

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MIRANDA 165 Wherefore did they not
 That hour destroy us?
PROSPERO  Well demanded, wench.
 My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,
 So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
170 A mark so bloody on the business, but
 With colors fairer painted their foul ends.
 In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
 Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepared
 A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigged,
175 Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
 Instinctively have quit it. There they hoist us
 To cry to th’ sea that roared to us, to sigh
 To th’ winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
 Did us but loving wrong.
MIRANDA 180 Alack, what trouble
 Was I then to you!
PROSPERO  O, a cherubin
 Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile,
 Infusèd with a fortitude from heaven,
185 When I have decked the sea with drops full salt,
 Under my burden groaned, which raised in me
 An undergoing stomach to bear up
 Against what should ensue.
MIRANDA How came we ashore?
PROSPERO 190By providence divine.
 Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
 A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
 Out of his charity, who being then appointed
 Master of this design, did give us, with
195 Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
 Which since have steaded much. So, of his
 Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me
 From mine own library with volumes that
200 I prize above my dukedom.

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MIRANDA  Would I might
 But ever see that man.
PROSPERO, standing  Now I arise.
 Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
205 Here in this island we arrived, and here
 Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
 Than other princes can, that have more time
 For vainer hours and tutors not so careful.
 Heavens thank you for ’t. And now I pray you, sir—
210 For still ’tis beating in my mind—your reason
 For raising this sea storm?
PROSPERO  Know thus far forth:
 By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
 Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
215 Brought to this shore; and by my prescience
 I find my zenith doth depend upon
 A most auspicious star, whose influence
 If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
 Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions.
220 Thou art inclined to sleep. ’Tis a good dullness,
 And give it way. I know thou canst not choose.
Miranda falls asleep.
Prospero puts on his cloak.
 Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.
 Approach, my Ariel. Come.

Enter Ariel.

 All hail, great master! Grave sir, hail! I come
225 To answer thy best pleasure. Be ’t to fly,
 To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
 On the curled clouds, to thy strong bidding task
 Ariel and all his quality.
PROSPERO  Hast thou, spirit,
230 Performed to point the tempest that I bade thee?

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ARIEL To every article.
 I boarded the King’s ship; now on the beak,
 Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
 I flamed amazement. Sometimes I’d divide
235 And burn in many places. On the topmast,
 The yards, and bowsprit would I flame distinctly,
 Then meet and join. Jove’s lightning, the precursors
 O’ th’ dreadful thunderclaps, more momentary
 And sight-outrunning were not. The fire and cracks
240 Of sulfurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
 Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,
 Yea, his dread trident shake.
PROSPERO  My brave spirit!
 Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
245 Would not infect his reason?
ARIEL  Not a soul
 But felt a fever of the mad, and played
 Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
 Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,
250 Then all afire with me. The King’s son, Ferdinand,
 With hair up-staring—then like reeds, not hair—
 Was the first man that leaped; cried “Hell is empty,
 And all the devils are here.”
PROSPERO  Why, that’s my spirit!
255 But was not this nigh shore?
ARIEL  Close by, my master.
 But are they, Ariel, safe?
ARIEL  Not a hair perished.
 On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
260 But fresher than before; and, as thou bad’st me,
 In troops I have dispersed them ’bout the isle.
 The King’s son have I landed by himself,
 Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
 In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
265 His arms in this sad knot.He folds his arms.

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PROSPERO  Of the King’s ship,
 The mariners say how thou hast disposed,
 And all the rest o’ th’ fleet.
ARIEL  Safely in harbor
270 Is the King’s ship. In the deep nook, where once
 Thou called’st me up at midnight to fetch dew
 From the still-vexed Bermoothes, there she’s hid;
 The mariners all under hatches stowed,
 Who, with a charm joined to their suffered labor,
275 I have left asleep. And for the rest o’ th’ fleet,
 Which I dispersed, they all have met again
 And are upon the Mediterranean float,
 Bound sadly home for Naples,
 Supposing that they saw the King’s ship wracked
280 And his great person perish.
PROSPERO  Ariel, thy charge
 Exactly is performed. But there’s more work.
 What is the time o’ th’ day?
ARIEL  Past the mid season.
285 At least two glasses. The time ’twixt six and now
 Must by us both be spent most preciously.
 Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
 Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
 Which is not yet performed me.
PROSPERO 290 How now? Moody?
 What is ’t thou canst demand?
ARIEL  My liberty.
 Before the time be out? No more.
ARIEL  I prithee,
295 Remember I have done thee worthy service,
 Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, served
 Without or grudge or grumblings. Thou did promise
 To bate me a full year.

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PROSPERO  Dost thou forget
300 From what a torment I did free thee?
 Thou dost, and think’st it much to tread the ooze
 Of the salt deep,
 To run upon the sharp wind of the North,
305 To do me business in the veins o’ th’ Earth
 When it is baked with frost.
ARIEL  I do not, sir.
 Thou liest, malignant thing. Hast thou forgot
 The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
310 Was grown into a hoop? Hast thou forgot her?
ARIEL No, sir.
 Thou hast. Where was she born? Speak. Tell me.
 Sir, in Argier.
PROSPERO  O, was she so? I must
315 Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
 Which thou forget’st. This damned witch Sycorax,
 For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
 To enter human hearing, from Argier,
 Thou know’st, was banished. For one thing she did
320 They would not take her life. Is not this true?
ARIEL Ay, sir.
 This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child
 And here was left by th’ sailors. Thou, my slave,
 As thou report’st thyself, was then her servant,
325 And for thou wast a spirit too delicate
 To act her earthy and abhorred commands,
 Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
 By help of her more potent ministers
 And in her most unmitigable rage,

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330 Into a cloven pine, within which rift
 Imprisoned thou didst painfully remain
 A dozen years; within which space she died
 And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy groans
 As fast as mill wheels strike. Then was this island
335 (Save for the son that she did litter here,
 A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honored with
 A human shape.
ARIEL  Yes, Caliban, her son.
 Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban
340 Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know’st
 What torment I did find thee in. Thy groans
 Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts
 Of ever-angry bears. It was a torment
 To lay upon the damned, which Sycorax
345 Could not again undo. It was mine art,
 When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape
 The pine and let thee out.
ARIEL  I thank thee, master.
 If thou more murmur’st, I will rend an oak
350 And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
 Thou hast howled away twelve winters.
ARIEL  Pardon, master.
 I will be correspondent to command
 And do my spriting gently.
PROSPERO 355Do so, and after two days
 I will discharge thee.
ARIEL  That’s my noble master.
 What shall I do? Say, what? What shall I do?
 Go make thyself like a nymph o’ th’ sea. Be subject
360 To no sight but thine and mine, invisible
 To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape,

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 And hither come in ’t. Go, hence with diligence!
Ariel exits.
 Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well.
 Awake.Miranda wakes.
MIRANDA 365 The strangeness of your story put
 Heaviness in me.
PROSPERO  Shake it off. Come on,
 We’ll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
 Yields us kind answer.
MIRANDA, rising 370 ’Tis a villain, sir,
 I do not love to look on.
PROSPERO  But, as ’tis,
 We cannot miss him. He does make our fire,
 Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices
375 That profit us.—What ho, slave, Caliban!
 Thou earth, thou, speak!
CALIBAN, within  There’s wood enough within.
 Come forth, I say. There’s other business for thee.
 Come, thou tortoise. When?

Enter Ariel like a water nymph.

380 Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
 Hark in thine ear.He whispers to Ariel.
ARIEL  My lord, it shall be done.He exits.
PROSPERO, to Caliban 
 Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
 Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

Enter Caliban.

385 As wicked dew as e’er my mother brushed
 With raven’s feather from unwholesome fen
 Drop on you both. A southwest blow on you
 And blister you all o’er.

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 For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps,
390 Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins
 Shall forth at vast of night that they may work
 All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched
 As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
 Than bees that made ’em.
CALIBAN 395 I must eat my dinner.
 This island’s mine by Sycorax, my mother,
 Which thou tak’st from me. When thou cam’st first,
 Thou strok’st me and made much of me, wouldst
 give me
400 Water with berries in ’t, and teach me how
 To name the bigger light and how the less,
 That burn by day and night. And then I loved thee,
 And showed thee all the qualities o’ th’ isle,
 The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place and
405 fertile.
 Cursed be I that did so! All the charms
 Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you,
 For I am all the subjects that you have,
 Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me
410 In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
 The rest o’ th’ island.
PROSPERO  Thou most lying slave,
 Whom stripes may move, not kindness, I have used
415 Filth as thou art, with humane care, and lodged
 In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
 The honor of my child.
 O ho, O ho! Would ’t had been done!
420 Thou didst prevent me. I had peopled else
 This isle with Calibans.

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MIRANDA  Abhorrèd slave,
 Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
 Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
425 Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each
 One thing or other. When thou didst not, savage,
 Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
 A thing most brutish, I endowed thy purposes
430 With words that made them known. But thy vile
 Though thou didst learn, had that in ’t which good
 Could not abide to be with. Therefore wast thou
435 Deservedly confined into this rock,
 Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
 You taught me language, and my profit on ’t
 Is I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
 For learning me your language!
PROSPERO 440 Hagseed, hence!
 Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou ’rt best,
 To answer other business. Shrugg’st thou, malice?
 If thou neglect’st or dost unwillingly
 What I command, I’ll rack thee with old cramps,
445 Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar
 That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
CALIBAN  No, pray thee.
 Aside. I must obey. His art is of such power
 It would control my dam’s god, Setebos,
450 And make a vassal of him.
PROSPERO  So, slave, hence.
Caliban exits.

Enter Ferdinand; and Ariel, invisible,
playing and singing.

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 Come unto these yellow sands,
  And then take hands.
 Curtsied when you have, and kissed
455  The wild waves whist.
 Foot it featly here and there,
  And sweet sprites bear
 The burden. Hark, hark!
  Burden dispersedly, within: Bow-wow.
460  The watchdogs bark.
  Burden dispersedly, within: Bow-wow.
 Hark, hark! I hear
 The strain of strutting chanticleer
  Cry cock-a-diddle-dow.

465 Where should this music be? I’ th’ air, or th’ earth?
 It sounds no more; and sure it waits upon
 Some god o’ th’ island. Sitting on a bank,
 Weeping again the King my father’s wrack,
 This music crept by me upon the waters,
470 Allaying both their fury and my passion
 With its sweet air. Thence I have followed it,
 Or it hath drawn me rather. But ’tis gone.
 No, it begins again.


 Full fathom five thy father lies.
475  Of his bones are coral made.
 Those are pearls that were his eyes.
  Nothing of him that doth fade
 But doth suffer a sea change
 Into something rich and strange.
480 Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell.
 Burden, within: Ding dong.
 Hark, now I hear them: ding dong bell.

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 The ditty does remember my drowned father.
 This is no mortal business, nor no sound
485 That the Earth owes. I hear it now above me.
PROSPERO, to Miranda 
 The fringèd curtains of thine eye advance
 And say what thou seest yond.
MIRANDA  What is ’t? A spirit?
 Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
490 It carries a brave form. But ’tis a spirit.
 No, wench, it eats and sleeps and hath such senses
 As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest
 Was in the wrack; and, but he’s something stained
 With grief—that’s beauty’s canker—thou might’st
495 call him
 A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows
 And strays about to find ’em.
MIRANDA  I might call him
 A thing divine, for nothing natural
500 I ever saw so noble.
PROSPERO, aside  It goes on, I see,
 As my soul prompts it. To Ariel. Spirit, fine spirit,
 I’ll free thee
 Within two days for this.
FERDINAND, seeing Miranda 505 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,
510 Which I do last pronounce, is—O you wonder!—
 If you be maid or no.
MIRANDA  No wonder, sir,
 But certainly a maid.
FERDINAND  My language! Heavens!

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515 I am the best of them that speak this speech,
 Were I but where ’tis spoken.
PROSPERO  How? The best?
 What wert thou if the King of Naples heard thee?
 A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
520 To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me,
 And that he does I weep. Myself am Naples,
 Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld
 The King my father wracked.
MIRANDA  Alack, for mercy!
525 Yes, faith, and all his lords, the Duke of Milan
 And his brave son being twain.
PROSPERO, aside  The Duke of Milan
 And his more braver daughter could control thee,
 If now ’twere fit to do ’t. At the first sight
530 They have changed eyes.—Delicate Ariel,
 I’ll set thee free for this. To Ferdinand. A word,
 good sir.
 I fear you have done yourself some wrong. A word.
 Why speaks my father so ungently? This
535 Is the third man that e’er I saw, the first
 That e’er I sighed for. Pity move my father
 To be inclined my way.
FERDINAND  O, if a virgin,
 And your affection not gone forth, I’ll make you
540 The Queen of Naples.
PROSPERO  Soft, sir, one word more.
 Aside. They are both in either’s powers. But this
 swift business
 I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
545 Make the prize light. To Ferdinand. One word
 more. I charge thee
 That thou attend me. Thou dost here usurp

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 The name thou ow’st not, and hast put thyself
 Upon this island as a spy, to win it
550 From me, the lord on ’t.
FERDINAND  No, as I am a man!
 There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.
 If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
 Good things will strive to dwell with ’t.
PROSPERO, to Ferdinand 555 Follow me.
 To Miranda. Speak not you for him. He’s a traitor.
 To Ferdinand. Come,
 I’ll manacle thy neck and feet together.
 Sea water shalt thou drink. Thy food shall be
560 The fresh-brook mussels, withered roots, and husks
 Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
 I will resist such entertainment till
 Mine enemy has more power.
He draws, and is charmed from moving.
MIRANDA 565 O dear father,
 Make not too rash a trial of him, for
 He’s gentle and not fearful.
PROSPERO  What, I say,
 My foot my tutor?—Put thy sword up, traitor,
570 Who mak’st a show, but dar’st not strike, thy
 Is so possessed with guilt. Come from thy ward,
 For I can here disarm thee with this stick
 And make thy weapon drop.
MIRANDA 575 Beseech you, father—
 Hence! Hang not on my garments.
MIRANDA  Sir, have pity.
 I’ll be his surety.
PROSPERO  Silence! One word more
580 Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What,

The Tempest
ACT 1. SC. 2

 An advocate for an impostor? Hush.
 Thou think’st there is no more such shapes as he,
 Having seen but him and Caliban. Foolish wench,
 To th’ most of men this is a Caliban,
585 And they to him are angels.
MIRANDA  My affections
 Are then most humble. I have no ambition
 To see a goodlier man.
PROSPERO, to Ferdinand  Come on, obey.
590 Thy nerves are in their infancy again
 And have no vigor in them.
FERDINAND  So they are.
 My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
 My father’s loss, the weakness which I feel,
595 The wrack of all my friends, nor this man’s threats
 To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
 Might I but through my prison once a day
 Behold this maid. All corners else o’ th’ Earth
 Let liberty make use of. Space enough
600 Have I in such a prison.
PROSPERO, aside  It works.—Come on.—
 Thou hast done well, fine Ariel.—Follow me.
 To Ariel. Hark what thou else shalt do me.
MIRANDA, to Ferdinand  Be of
605 comfort.
 My father’s of a better nature, sir,
 Than he appears by speech. This is unwonted
 Which now came from him.
PROSPERO, to Ariel  Thou shalt be as free
610 As mountain winds; but then exactly do
 All points of my command.
ARIEL  To th’ syllable.
PROSPERO, to Ferdinand 
 Come follow. To Miranda. Speak not for him.
They exit.