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MIRANDA
      Sir, have pity,
I’ll be his surety.
MIRANDA
Father, take pity on him. I’ll guarantee his goodness myself.




480


PROSPERO
  Silence! One word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What,
An advocate for an imposter? Hush,
Thou think’st there is 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.
PROSPERO
Quiet! If you say one more word, I’ll punish you, maybe even hate you. You’re defending an impostor? Be quiet. You think he’s special, since you’ve only ever seen him and Caliban. Foolish girl, in the eyes of most people this man’s a Caliban, and compared to him, they’re angels.



485
MIRANDA
    My affections
Are then most humble. I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.
MIRANDA
Then my love is humble. I don’t feel any urge to see a more handsome man than this one.



PROSPERO
(to FERDINAND)   Come on. Obey.
Thy nerves are in their infancy again
And have no vigor in them.
PROSPERO
(to FERDINAND) Come on. Obey my orders. Your muscles are all limp and lifeless.



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495
FERDINAND
    So they are.
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father’s loss, the weakness which I feel,
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 use of. Space enough
Have I in such a prison.
FERDINAND
That’s true, they are. My strength is all gone, as if in a dream. The death of my father, my physical weakness, the loss of all my friends, the threats of this man who’s taken me prisoner—all that would be easy for me to take, if only I could look through my prison windows once a day and see this girl. I don’t need any more freedom than that. A prison like that would give me enough liberty.





500
PROSPERO
(aside)  It works!
(to FERDINAND)    Come on.
(aside) Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!
(to FERDINAND)    Follow me.
(to ARIEL) Hark what thou else shalt do me.
PROSPERO
(to himself) It’s working! (to FERDINAND) Come on. (to himself) You’ve done well, Ariel. (to FERDINAND) Follow me. (to ARIEL) Listen to what you’ll do for me next.

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The Tempest (No Fear Shakespeare)