Prosp. To execute heaven's laws. Here I am placed by heaven, here I am prince, Though you have dispossessed me of my Milan. Though you have dispossessed me of my Milan. Blood calls for blood; your Ferdinand shall die, And I, in bitterness, have sent for you, To have the sudden joy of seeing him alive, And then the greater grief to see him die.
Alonz. And think'st thou I, or these, will tamely stand, To view the execution? [Lays hand upon his sword.
Ferd. Hold, dear father! I cannot suffer you to attempt against His life, who gave her being, whom I love.
Prosp. Nay, then appear my guards—I thought no more To use their aid; (I'm cursed because I used it.) [He stamps, and many Spirits appear.
But they are now the ministers of heaven, Whilst I revenge this murder.
Alonz. Have I for this Found thee, my son, so soon again to lose thee? Antonio, Gonzalo, speak for pity.
Ferd. Adieu, my fairest mistress. [To Mir.
Mir. Now I can hold no longer; I must speak, Though I am loth to disobey you, sir: Be not so cruel to the man I love, Or be so kind to let me suffer with him.
Ferd. Recall that prayer, or I shall wish to live, Though death be all the 'mends that I can make.
Prosp. This night I will allow you, Ferdinand, To fit you for your death; that cave's your prison.