Ferd. As I am now; Who wonders to hear thee speak of Savoy; He does hear me, and that he does, I weep. Myself am Savoy, whose fatal eyes (ne'er since at ebb) beheld The duke, my father, wrecked.
Mir. Alack! for pity!
Prosp. At the first sight they have changed eyes. Dear Ariel, I'll set thee free for this.— [Aside.
Young sir, a word. With hazard of yourself you do me wrong.
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.