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Soft, sir! one word more.
[Aside] They are both in either’s pow’rs: but this swift business
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light. [To Ferdinand] One word more; I charge thee [455]

That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
The name thou ow’st 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: [460]
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 [465]
The fresh-brook mussels, wither’d roots, and husks

Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

FERDINAND

No;
I will resist such entertainment till
Mine enemy has more pow’r.
He draws, and is charmed from moving.

MIRANDA
O dear father,

Make not too rash a trial of him, for [470]
He’s gentle, and not fearful.

PROSPERO