ers
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.

_Ferd._ No, as I'm a man.

_Mira._ 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.

_Pros._ [_To FERD._] Follow me--
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.--Come;
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled: follow.

_Ferd._ No;
I will resist such entertainment, till
Mine enemy has more power.
[_He draws, and is charmed from moving._

_Mira._ O dear father,
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle, and not fearful.[392-118]

_Pros._ What, I say,
My fool my tutor!--Put thy sword up, traitor;
Who makest a show, but darest not strike, thy conscience
Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward;[393-119]