MIRANDA 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！ FERDINAND O,if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth,I'll make you The queen of Naples. PROSPERO Soft,sir!one word more. Aside They are both in either's powers;but this swift business I must uneasy make,lest too light winning Make the prize light. To FERDINAND 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. FERDINAND No,as I am a man MIRANDA 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 PROSPERO 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. FERDINAND No; I will resist such entertainment till Mine enemy has more power. Draws,and is charmed from moving MIRANDA O dear father, Make not too rash a trial of him,for He's gentle and not fearful. PROSPERO What?I say, My foot 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, For I can here disarm thee with this stick And make thy weapon drop.MIRANDA 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! FERDINAND O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen of Naples. PROSPERO Soft, sir! one word more. Aside They are both in either's powers; but this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light. To FERDINAND 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. FERDINAND No, as I am a man. MIRANDA 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. PROSPERO 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. FERDINAND No; I will resist such entertainment till Mine enemy has more power. Draws, and is charmed from moving MIRANDA O dear father, Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle and not fearful. PROSPERO What? I say, My foot 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, For I can here disarm thee with this stick And make thy weapon drop