He drawes, and is charmed from mouing.
Mira. O deere Father, Make not too rash a triall of him, for Hee's gentle, and not fearfull
Pros. What I say, My foote my Tutor? Put thy sword vp Traitor, Who mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike: thy conscience Is so possest with guilt: Come, from thy ward, For I can heere disarme thee with this sticke, And make thy weapon drop
Mira. Beseech you Father
Pros. Hence: hang not on my garments
Mira. Sir haue pity, Ile be his surety
Pros. Silence: One word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee: What, An aduocate for an Impostor? Hush: Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he, (Hauing seene but him and Caliban:) Foolish wench, To th' most of men, this is a Caliban, And they to him are Angels
Mira. My affections Are then most humble: I haue no ambition To see a goodlier man
Pros. Come on, obey: Thy Nerues are in their infancy againe. And haue no vigour in them
Fer. So they are: My spirits, as in a dreame, are all bound vp: My Fathers losse, the weaknesse which I feele, The wracke of all my friends, nor this mans threats, To whom I am subdude, are but light to me, Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this Mayd: all corners else o'th' Earth Let liberty make vse of: space enough Haue I in such a prison
Pros. It workes: Come on. Thou hast done well, fine Ariell: follow me, Harke what thou else shalt do mee
Mira. Be of comfort, My Fathers of a better nature (Sir) Then he appeares by speech: this is vnwonted Which now came from him
Pros. Thou shalt be as free As mountaine windes; but then exactly do All points of my command
Ariell. To th' syllable
Pros. Come follow: speake not for him.
Exeunt.