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THE TEMPEST Act 1 Scene 2 (Enter Prospero in his magic cloak, with a staff, and Miranda) l1l Miranda If by your art, my dearest father, you have l2l Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. l3l The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, l4l But that the sea, mounting to thÆ welkinÆs cheek, l5l Dashes the fire out. O, I have sufferΦd l6l With those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel, l7l Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her, l8l Dashed all to pieces! O, the cry did knock l9l Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished. l10l Had I been any god of power, I would l11l Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere l12l It should the good ship so have swallowed and l13l The fraughting souls within her. Prospero Be collected. l14l No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart l15l ThereÆs no harm done. Miranda O woe the day! Prospero No harm. l16l I have done nothing but in care of thee, l17l Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who l18l Art ignorant of what thou art, naught knowing l19l Of whence I am, nor that I am more better l20l Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell l21l And thy no greater father. Miranda More to know l22l Did never meddle with my thoughts. Prospero ÆTis time l23l I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, l24l And pluck my magic garment from me. (Miranda removes Prospero's cloak, and he lays it on the ground) So. l25l Lie there, my art.ùWipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. l26l The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touched l27l The very virtue of compassion in thee, l28l I have with such provision in mine art l29l So safely ordered that there is no soulù l30l No, not so much perdition as an hair l31l Betid to any creature in the vessel, l32l Which thou heardÆst cry, which thou sawÆst sink. Sit down, l33l For thou must now know farther. (Miranda sits) Miranda You have often l34l Begun to tell me what I am, but stopped l35l And left me to a bootless inquisition, l36l Concluding ôStay; not yetö. Prospero The hourÆs now come. l37l The very minute bids thee ope thine ear, l38l Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember l39l A time before we came unto this cell? l40l I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not l41l Out three years old. Miranda Certainly, sir, I can. l42l Prospero By what? By any other house or person? l43l Of anything the image tell me that l44l Hath kept with thy remembrance. Miranda ÆTis far off, l45l And rather like a dream than an assurance l46l That my remembrance warrants. Had I not l47l Four or five women once that tended me? l48l Prospero Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it l49l That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else l50l In the dark backward and abyss of time? l51l If thou remembÆrest aught ere thou camÆst here, l52l How thou camÆst here thou mayst. Miranda But that I do not. l53l Prospero Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since, l54l Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and l55l A prince of powerù Miranda Sir, are not you my father? l56l Prospero Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and l57l She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father l58l Was Duke of Milan, and his only heir l59l And princess no worse issued. Miranda O the heavens! l60l What foul play had we that we came from thence? l61l Or blessΦd was Æt we did? Prospero Both, both, my girl. l62l By foul play, as thou sayst, were we heaved thence, l63l But blessedly holp hither. Miranda O, my heart bleeds l64l To think oÆ thÆ teen that I have turned you to, l65l Which is from my remembrance. Please you, farther. l66l Prospero My brother and thy uncle called Antonioù l67l I pray thee mark me, that a brother should l68l Be so perfidiousùhe whom next thyself l69l Of all the world I loved, and to him put l70l The manage of my stateùas at that time l71l Through all the signories it was the first, l72l And Prospero the prime dukeùbeing so reputed l73l In dignity, and for the liberal arts l74l Without a parallelùthose being all my study, l75l The government I cast upon my brother, l76l And to my state grew stranger, being transported l77l And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleù l78l Dost thou attend me? Miranda Sir, most heedfully. l79l Prospero Being once perfected how to grant suits, l80l How to deny them, who tÆ advance and who l81l To trash for over-topping, new created l82l The creatures that were mine, I sayùor changed Æem l83l Or else new formed Æem; having both the key l84l Of officer and office, set all hearts iÆ thÆ state l85l To what tune pleased his ear, that now he was l86l The ivy which had hid my princely trunk l87l And sucked my verdure out on Æt. Thou attendÆst not! l88l Miranda O good sir, I do. Prospero I pray thee mark me. l89l I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated l90l To closeness and the bettering of my mind l91l With that which but by being so retired l92l OÆer-priced all popular rate, in my false brother l93l Awaked an evil nature; and my trust, l94l Like a good parent, did beget of him l95l A falsehood, in its contrary as great l96l As my trust was, which had indeed no limit, l97l A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded l98l Not only with what my revenue yielded l99l But what my power might else exact, like one l100l Who having into truth, by telling oft, l101l Made such a sinner of his memory l102l To credit his own lie, he did believe l103l He was indeed the Duke. Out oÆ thÆ substitution, l104l And executing thÆ outward face of royalty l105l With all prerogative, hence his ambition growingù l106l Dost thou hear ? Miranda Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. l107l Prospero To have no screen between this part he played l108l And him he played it for, he needs will be l109l Absolute Milan. Me, poor manùmy library l110l Was dukedom large enoughùof temporal royalties l111l He thinks me now incapable; confederates, l112l So dry he was for sway, wiÆ thÆ King of Naples l113l To give him annual tribute, do him homage, l114l Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend l115l The dukedom, yet unbowedùalas, poor Milanù l116l To most ignoble stooping. Miranda O the heavens! l117l Prospero Mark his condition and thÆ event, then tell me l118l If this might be a brother. Miranda I should sin l119l To think but nobly of my grandmother. l120l Good wombs have borne bad sons. Prospero Now the condition. l121l This King of Naples, being an enemy l122l To me inveterate, hearkens my brotherÆs suit; l123l Which was that he, in lieu oÆ thÆ premises l124l Of homage and I know not how much tribute, l125l Should presently extirpate me and mine l126l Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan, l127l With all the honours, on my brother. Whereon, l128l A treacherous army levied, one midnight l129l Fated to thÆ purpose did Antonio open l130l The gates of Milan; and, iÆ thÆ dead of darkness, l131l The ministers for thÆ purpose hurried thence l132l Me and thy crying self. Miranda Alack, for pity! l133l I, not remembÆring how I cried out then, l134l Will cry it oÆer again; it is a hint l135l That wrings mine eyes to Æt. Prospero (sitting) Hear a little further, l136l And then IÆll bring thee to the present business l137l Which nowÆs upon Æs, without the which this story l138l Were most impertinent. Miranda Wherefore did they not l139l That hour destroy us? Prospero Well demanded, wench; l140l My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not, l141l So dear the love my people bore me; nor set l142l A mark so bloody on the business, but l143l With colours fairer painted their foul ends. l144l In few, they hurried us aboard a barque, l145l Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepared l146l A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigged, l147l Nor tackle, sail, nor mastùthe very rats l148l Instinctively have quit it. There they hoist us, l149l To cry to thÆ sea that roared to us, to sigh l150l To thÆ winds, whose pity, sighing back again, l151l Did us but loving wrong. Miranda Alack, what trouble l152l Was I then to you! Prospero O, a cherubin l153l Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile, l154l InfusΦd with a fortitude from heaven, l155l When I have decked the sea with drops full salt, l156l Under my burden groaned; which raised in me l157l An undergoing stomach, to bear up l158l Against what should ensue. l159l Miranda How came we ashore? l160l Prospero By providence divine. l161l Some food we had, and some fresh water, that l162l A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, l163l Out of his charityùwho being then appointed l164l Master of this designùdid give us; with l165l Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries l166l Which since have steaded much. So, of his gentleness, l167l Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me l168l From mine own library with volumes that l169l I prize above my dukedom. Miranda Would I might l170l But ever see that man! Prospero Now I arise. (He stands and puts on his cloak) l171l Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. l172l Here in this island we arrived, and here l173l Have I thy schoolmaster made thee more profit l174l Than other princes can, that have more time l175l For vainer hours and tutors not so careful. l176l Miranda Heavens thank you for Æt. And now I pray you, sirù l177l For still Ætis beating in my mindùyour reason l178l For raising this sea-storm. Prospero Know thus far forth. l179l By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, l180l Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies l181l Brought to this shore; and by my prescience l182l I find my zenith doth depend upon l183l A most auspicious star, whose influence l184l If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes l185l Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions. l186l Thou art inclined to sleep; Ætis a good dullness, l187l And give it way. I know thou canst not choose. (Miranda sleeps) l188l Come away, servant, come! I am ready now. l189l Approach, my Ariel, come! (Enter Ariel) l190l Ariel All hail, great master, grave sir, hail. I come l191l To answer thy best pleasure. Be Æt to fly, l192l To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride l193l On the curled clouds, to thy strong bidding task l194l Ariel and all his quality. Prospero Hast thou, spirit, l195l Performed to point the tempest that I bade thee? l196l Ariel To every article. l197l I boarded the KingÆs ship. Now on the beak, l198l Now in the waste, the deck, in every cabin, l199l I flamed amazement. Sometime IÆd divide, l200l And burn in many places; on the top-mast, l201l The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly; l202l Then meet and join. JoveÆs lightning, the precursors l203l OÆ thÆ dreadful thunderclaps, more momentary l204l And sight-outrunning were not. The fire and cracks l205l Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune l206l Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, l207l Yea, his dread trident shake. Prospero My brave spirit! l208l Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil l209l Would not infect his reason? Ariel Not a soul l210l But felt a fever of the mad, and played l211l Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners l212l Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel, l213l Then all afire with me. The KingÆs son Ferdinand, l214l With hair upstaringùthen like reeds, not hairù l215l Was the first man that leaped; cried ôHell is empty, l216l And all the devils are hereö. Prospero Why, thatÆs my spirit! l217l But was not this nigh shore? Ariel Close by, my master. l218l Prospero But are they, Ariel, safe? Ariel Not a hair perished. l219l On their sustaining garments not a blemish, l220l But fresher than before. And, as thou badÆst me, l221l In troops I have dispersed them Æbout the isle. l222l The KingÆs son have I landed by himself, l223l Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs l224l In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting, l225l His arms in this sad knot. Prospero Of the KingÆs ship, l226l The mariners, say how thou hast disposed, l227l And all the rest oÆ thÆ fleet. Ariel Safely in harbour l228l Is the KingÆs ship, in the deep nook where once l229l Thou calledÆst me up at midnight to fetch dew l230l From the still-vexed Bermudas, there sheÆs hid; l231l The mariners all under hatches stowed, l232l Who, with a charm joined to their suffered labour, l233l I have left asleep. And for the rest oÆ thÆ fleet, l234l Which I dispersed, they all have met again, l235l And are upon the Mediterranean float l236l Bound sadly home for Naples, l237l Supposing that they saw the KingÆs ship wrecked, l238l And his great person perish. Prospero Ariel, thy charge l239l Exactly is performed; but thereÆs more work. l240l What is the time oÆ thÆ day? Ariel Past the mid season. l241l Prospero At least two glasses. The time Ætwixt six and now l242l Must by us both be spent most preciously. l243l Ariel Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, l244l Let me remember thee what thou hast promised l245l Which is not yet performed me. Prospero How now? Moody? l246l What is Æt thou canst demand? Ariel My liberty. l247l Prospero Before the time be out? No more! Ariel I prithee, l248l Remember I have done thee worthy service, l249l Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served l250l Without or grudge or grumblings. Thou did promise l251l To bate me a full year. Prospero Dost thou forget l252l From what a torment I did free thee? Ariel No. l253l Prospero Thou dost, and thinkÆst it much to tread the ooze l254l Of the salt deep, l255l To run upon the sharp wind of the north, l256l To do me business in the veins oÆ thÆ earth l257l When it is baked with frost. Ariel I do not, sir. l258l Prospero Thou liest, malignant thing. Hast thou forgot l259l The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy l260l Was grown into a hoop? Hast thou forgot her? l261l Ariel No, sir. Prospero Thou hast. Where was she born? Speak, tell me! l262l Ariel Sir, in Algiers. Prospero O, was she so! I must l263l Once in a month recount what thou hast been, l264l Which thou forgetÆst. This damned witch Sycorax, l265l For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible l266l To enter human hearing, from Algiers l267l Thou knowÆst was banished. For one thing she did l268l They would not take her life. Is not this true? l269l Ariel Ay, sir. l270l Prospero This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child, l271l And here was left by thÆ sailors. Thou, my slave, l272l As thou reportÆst thyself, was then her servant; l273l And for thou wast a spirit too delicate l274l To act her earthy and abhorred commands, l275l Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee l276l By help of her more potent ministers, l277l And in her most unmitigable rage, l278l Into a cloven pine; within which rift l279l Imprisoned thou didst painfully remain l280l A dozen years, within which space she died l281l And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy groans l282l As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this islandù l283l Save for the son that she did litter here, l284l A freckled whelp, hag-bornùnot honoured with l285l A human shape. Ariel Yes, Caliban her son. l286l Prospero Dull thing, I say so: he, that Caliban l287l Whom now I keep in service. Thou best knowÆst l288l What torment I did find thee in. Thy groans l289l Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts l290l Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment l291l To lay upon the damned, which Sycorax l292l Could not again undo. It was mine art, l293l When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape l294l The pine and let thee out. Ariel I thank thee, master. l295l Prospero If thou more murmurÆst, I will rend an oak, l296l And peg thee in his knotty entrails till l297l Thou hast howled away twelve winters. Ariel Pardon, master. l298l I will be correspondent to command, l299l And do my spriting gently. l300l Prospero Do so, and after two days l301l I will discharge thee. Ariel ThatÆs my noble master! l302l What shall I do? Say what, what shall I do? l303l Prospero Go make thyself like to a nymph oÆ thÆ sea. Be subject l304l To no sight but thine and mine, invisible l305l To every eyeball else. Go take this shape, l306l And hither come in Æt. Go; hence with diligence! (Exit Ariel) l307l Awake, dear heart, awake! Thou hast slept well; l308l Awake. Miranda (awaking) The strangeness of your story put l309l Heaviness in me. Prospero Shake it off. Come on; l310l WeÆll visit Caliban my slave, who never l311l Yields us kind answer. Miranda ÆTis a villain, sir, l312l I do not love to look on. Prospero But as Ætis, l313l We cannot miss him. He does make our fire, l314l Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices l315l That profit us.ùWhat ho! Slave, Caliban! l316l Thou earth, thou, speak! Caliban (within) ThereÆs wood enough within. l317l Prospero Come forth, I say! ThereÆs other business for thee. l318l Come, thou tortoise! When? (Enter Ariel, like a water-nymph) l319l Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, l320l Hark in thine ear. (He whispers) Ariel My lord, it shall be done. (Exit) l321l Prospero Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself l322l Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! (Enter Caliban) l323l Caliban As wicked dew as eÆer my mother brushed l324l With ravenÆs feather from unwholesome fen l325l Drop on you both! A southwest blow on ye, l326l And blister you all oÆer! l327l Prospero For this be sure tonight thou shalt have cramps, l328l Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins l329l Shall forth at vast of night, that they may work l330l All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched l331l As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging l332l Than bees that made Æem. Caliban I must eat my dinner. l333l This islandÆs mine, by Sycorax my mother, l334l Which thou takÆst from me. When thou camÆst first, l335l Thou strokÆst me and made much of me, wouldst give me l336l Water with berries in Æt, and teach me how l337l To name the bigger light, and how the less, l338l That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee, l339l And showed thee all the qualities oÆ thÆ isle, l340l The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertileù l341l Cursed be I that did so! All the charms l342l Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you; l343l For I am all the subjects that you have, l344l Which first was mine own king, and here you sty me l345l In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me l346l The rest oÆ thÆ island. Prospero Thou most lying slave, l347l Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee, l348l Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee l349l In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate l350l The honour of my child. l351l Caliban O ho, O ho! Would Æt had been done! l352l Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else l353l This isle with Calibans. Miranda AbhorrΦd slave, l354l Which any print of goodness wilt not take, l355l Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, l356l Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour l357l One thing or other. When thou didst not, savage, l358l Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like l359l A thing most brutish, I endowed thy purposes l360l With words that made them known. But thy vile race, l361l Though thou didst learn, had that in Æt which good natures l362l Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou l363l Deservedly confined into this rock, l364l Who hadst deserved more than a prison. l365l Caliban You taught me language, and my profit on Æt l366l Is I know how to curse. The red plague rid you l367l For learning me your language! Prospero Hag-seed, hence! l368l Fetch us in fuel. And be quick, thouÆrt best, l369l To answer other business.ùShrugÆst thou, malice? l370l If thou neglectÆst or dost unwillingly l371l What I command, IÆll rack thee with old cramps, l372l Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar, l373l That beasts shall tremble at thy din. Caliban No, pray thee. l374l (Aside) I must obey. His art is of such power l375l It would control my damÆs god Setebos, l376l And make a vassal of him. Prospero So, slave, hence! (Exit Caliban) (Enter Ariel like a water-nymph, playing and singing, invisible to Ferdinand, who follows. Prospero and Miranda stand aside) l377l Ariel (Song) Come unto these yellow sands, l378l And then take hands; l379l Curtsied when you have and kissedù l380l The wild waves whistù l381l Foot it featly here and there, l382l And, sweet sprites, bear l383l The burden. Hark, hark. l384l [Spirits] (dispersedly within) Bow-wow! l385l [Ariel] The watch-dogs bark. l386l [Spirits] (within) Bow-wow! l387l Ariel Hark, hark, I hear l388l The strain of strutting Chanticleer l389l Cry ôcock-a-diddle-dowö. l390l Ferdinand Where should this music be? IÆ thÆ air or thÆ earth? l391l It sounds no more; and sure it waits upon l392l Some god oÆ thÆ island. Sitting on a bank, l393l Weeping again the King my fatherÆs wreck, l394l This music crept by me upon the waters, l395l Allaying both their fury and my passion l396l With its sweet air. Thence I have followed itù l397l Or it hath drawn me rather. But Ætis gone. l398l No, it begins again. l399l Ariel (Song) Full fathom five thy father lies. l400l Of his bones are coral made; l401l Those are pearls that were his eyes; l402l Nothing of him that doth fade l403l But doth suffer a sea-change l404l Into something rich and strange. l405l Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: l406l [Spirits] (within) Ding dong. l407l Ariel Hark, now I hear them. [Spirits] (within) Ding-dong bell. (etc.) l408l Ferdinand The ditty does remember my drowned father. l409l This is no mortal business, nor no sound l410l That the earth owes. (Music) I hear it now above me. l411l Prospero (to Miranda) The fringΦd curtains of thine eye advance, l412l And say what thou seest yon. Miranda What is Æt? A spirit? l413l Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, l414l It carries a brave form. But Ætis a spirit. l415l Prospero No, wench, it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses l416l As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest l417l Was in the wreck, and but heÆs something stained l418l With grief, thatÆs beautyÆs canker, thou mightst call him l419l A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows, l420l And strays about to find Æem. Miranda I might call him l421l A thing divine, for nothing natural l422l I ever saw so noble. Prospero (aside) It goes on, I see, l423l As my soul prompts it. (To Ariel) Spirit, fine spirit, IÆll free thee l424l Within two days for this. Ferdinand (aside) Most sure the goddess l425l On whom these airs attend. (To Miranda) Vouchsafe my prayer l426l May know if you remain upon this island, l427l And that you will some good instruction give l428l How I may bear me here. My prime request, l429l Which I do last pronounce, isùO you wonderù l430l If you be maid or no? Miranda No wonder, sir, l431l But certainly a maid. Ferdinand My language! Heavens! l432l I am the best of them that speak this speech, l433l Were I but where Ætis spoken. Prospero How, the best? l434l What wert thou if the King of Naples heard thee? l435l Ferdinand A single thing, as I am now that wonders l436l To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me, l437l And that he does I weep. Myself am Naples, l438l Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld l439l The King my father wrecked. Miranda Alack, for mercy! l440l Ferdinand Yes, faith, and all his lords, the Duke of Milan l441l And his brave son being twain. Prospero (aside) The Duke of Milan l442l And his more braver daughter could control thee, l443l If now Ætwere fit to do Æt. At the first sight l444l They have changed eyes.ùDelicate Ariel, l445l IÆll set thee free for this. (To Ferdinand) A word, good sir. l446l I fear you have done yourself some wrong. A word. l447l Miranda (aside) Why speaks my father so ungently? This l448l Is the third man that eÆer I saw, the first l449l That eÆer I sighed for. Pity move my father l450l To be inclined my way. Ferdinand O, if a virgin, l451l And your affection not gone forth, IÆll make you l452l The Queen of Naples. Prospero Soft, sir! One word more. (Aside) l453l They are both in eitherÆs powers. But this swift business l454l I must uneasy make, lest too light winning l455l Make the prize light. (To Ferdinand) One word more. I charge thee l456l That thou attend me. Thou dost here usurp l457l The name thou owÆst not; and hast put thyself l458l Upon this island as a spy, to win it l459l From me the lord on Æt. Ferdinand No, as I am a man. l460l Miranda ThereÆs nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. l461l If the ill spirit have so fair a house, l462l Good things will strive to dwell with Æt. Prospero (to Ferdinand) Follow me. l463l (To Miranda) Speak not you for him; heÆs a traitor. ( To Ferdinand) Come! l464l IÆll manacle thy neck and feet together. l465l Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be l466l The fresh-brook mussels, withered roots, and husks l467l Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow! Ferdinand No. l468l I will resist such entertainment till l469l Mine enemy has more power. (He draws, and is charmed from moving) Miranda O dear father, l470l Make not too rash a trial of him, for l471l HeÆs gentle, and not fearful. Prospero What, I say, l472l My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor, l473l Who makÆst a show but darÆst not strike, thy conscience l474l Is so possessed with guilt. Come from thy ward, l475l For I can here disarm thee with this stick l476l And make thy weapon drop. Miranda Beseech you, father! l477l Prospero Hence! Hang not on my garments. Miranda Sir, have pity. l478l IÆll be his surety. Prospero Silence! One word more l479l Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What, l480l An advocate for an impostor? Hush! l481l Thou thinkÆst there is no more such shapes as he, l482l Having seen but him and Caliban. Foolish wench! l483l To thÆ most of men this is a Caliban, l484l And they to him are angels. Miranda My affections l485l Are then most humble. I have no ambition l486l To see a goodlier man. Prospero (to Ferdinand) Come on; obey. l487l Thy nerves are in their infancy again, l488l And have no vigour in them. Ferdinand So they are. l489l My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. l490l My fatherÆs loss, the weakness which I feel, l491l The wreck of all my friends, nor this manÆs threats l492l To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, l493l Might I but through my prison once a day l494l Behold this maid. All corners else oÆ thÆ earth l495l Let liberty make use of; space enough l496l Have I in such a prison. Prospero (aside) It works. (To Ferdinand) Come on.ù l497l Thou hast done well, fine Ariel. (To Ferdinand) Follow me. l498l (To Ariel) Hark what thou else shalt do me. Miranda (to Ferdinand) Be of comfort. l499l My fatherÆs of a better nature, sir, l500l Than he appears by speech. This is unwonted l501l Which now came from him. Prospero (to Ariel) Thou shalt be as free l502l As mountain winds; but then exactly do l503l All points of my command. l504l Ariel To thÆ syllable. l505l Prospero (to Ferdinand) Come, follow. (to Miranda) Speak not for him. (Exeunt)