I charge thee that thou attend me! Thou dost here usurp the name thou owest not and have...

Prospera: I charge thee that thou attend me! Thou dost here usurp the name thou owest not and have put thyself upon this island as a spy, to win it from me, the sovereign on't. Prince Ferdinand: No, as I am a man. Miranda: There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. Prospera: Follow me. Speak not you for him, he's a traitor. Come, I'll manacle thy neck and feet together. Seawater shalt thou drink. Follow. Prince Ferdinand: No, I will resist such entertainment till mine enemy has more power. Miranda: O, dear mother, make not too rash a trial of him, for he's gentle and not fearful. Prospera: What? I say, my foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor, for I can here disarm thee with this stick and make thy weapon drop. Miranda: Beseech you, mother. Prospera: Hang not upon my garment. Miranda: Ma'am, have pity. I'll be his surety. Prospera: Silence! One word more shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he, having seen but him and Caliban. Foolish child. To the most of men, this is a Caliban and they to him are angels. Miranda: My affections are then most humble. I have no ambition to see a goodlier man. Prospera: Come on. Obey. Thy nerves are in their infancy again and have no vigor in them. Prince Ferdinand: 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, nor this dame's threats, to whom I am subdued, are but 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.