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For I can here disarm thee with this stick, And make thy weapon drop. _Mira._ Beseech you, father!-- _Pros._ Hence! hang not on my garments. _Mira._ Sir, have pity; I'll be his surety. _Pros._ Silence! one word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! An advocate for an impostor? hush! Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he, Having seen 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 have no ambition To see a goodlier man. _Pros._ [_To FERD._] Come on; obey: Thy nerves[393-120] are in their infancy again, And have no vigour in them. _Ferd._ So they are: 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, and this man's threats To whom I am subdued, are light to me, Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this maid: all corners else o' the Earth Let liberty make use of; space enough Have I in such a prison. _Pros._ [_Aside._] It works.--[_To FERD._] Come on.-- Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!--Follow me.-- [_To ARIEL._] Hark, what thou else shalt do me. _Mira._ Be of comfort; My father's of a better nature, sir, Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted Which now came from him. _Pros._ [_To ARIEL._] Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command. _Ari._ To th' syllable. _Pros._ Come, follow.--Speak not for him. [_Exeunt._ ACT II SCENE I.--_Another part of the Island._ _Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and Others._ _GONZALO speaks._ Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause-- So have we all--of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe Is common; every day some sailor's wife, The master of some merchant,[394-1] and the merchant, Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle-- I mean our preservation--few in millions Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Our sorrow with our comfort. _Alon._ Pr'ythee, peace. _Sebas._
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