ink; thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

_Fer._ No;
I will resist such entertainment till 465
Mine enemy has more power.
[_Draws, and is charmed from moving._

_Mir._ O dear father,
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle, and not fearful.

_Pros._ What! I say,
My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;
Who makest a show, but darest not strike, thy conscience 470
Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward;
For I can here disarm thee with this stick
And make thy weapon drop.

_Mir._ Beseech you, father.

_Pros._ Hence! hang not on my garments.

_Mir._ Sir, have pity;
I'll be his surety.

_Pros._ Silence! one word more 475
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
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 the most of men this is a Caliban, 480
And they to him are angels.

_Mir._ My affections
Are, then, most humble; I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.

_Pros._ Come on; obey:
Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
And have no vigour in them.

_Fer._ So they are: 485
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, nor this man's threats,
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
Might I but through my prison once a day 490
Behold this maid: all corners else o' th' earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I in such a prison.

_Pros._ [_Aside_] It works. [_To Fer._] Come on.
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! [_To Fer._] Follow me.
[_To Ari._] Hark what thou else shalt do me.

_Mir._ Be of comfort; 495
My father's of a better nature, sir,
Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted
Which now came from him.

_Pros._ Thou shalt be as free
As mountain winds: but then exactly do
All points of my command.

_Ari._ To the syllable. 500

_Pros._ Come, follow. Speak not for him. [_Exeunt._

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