Page 1052 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

So they are:
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father’s loss, the weakness which I feel, [490]
The wrack of all my friends, nor this man’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’ th’ earth
Let liberty make us of; space enough [495]

Have I in such a prison.

PROSPERO
[aside] It works. [To Ferdinand] Come on.
[To Ariel] Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! Follow me;
Hark what thou else shalt do me.

MIRANDA
Be of comfort;

My father’s of a better nature, sir,
Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted [500]
Which now came from him.

PROSPERO
Thou shalt be as free

As mountain winds: but then exactly do
All points of my command.

ARIEL
To th’ syllable.

PROSPERO
Come, follow. Speak not for him.
Exeunt.