The Tempest

by: William Shakespeare

  Act 1 Scene 2

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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.

MIRANDA

A man as handsome as that can’t have anything evil in him. If the devil had such a beautiful house as his body, then good things would fight to live in it.

PROSPERO

460 (to FERDINAND)   Follow me.
(to MIRANDA) Speak not you for him. He’s a traitor.
(to FERDINAND)    Come,
I’ll manacle thy neck and feet together.
Seawater shalt thou drink. Thy food shall be
465The fresh-brook mussles, withered roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

PROSPERO

(to FERDINAND) Follow me. (to MIRANDA) Don’t defend him. He’s a traitor. (to FERDINAND) Come on, I’ll chain your neck and feet together, and I’ll give you sea water to drink. Your food will be slugs, dry roots, and acorn shells. Come on.

FERDINAND

    No.
I will resist such entertainment till
Mine enemy has more power.

FERDINAND

No, I’ll have to decline that offer—at least as long as I’m stronger than you are.
FERDINAND draws his sword, and is charmed from moving
FERDINAND takes out his sword, but PROSPERO casts a spell on him that freezes him in place.

MIRANDA

     O dear father,
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
470He’s gentle and not fearful.

MIRANDA

Oh, dear father, don’t judge him too quickly. He’s a good man, and brave too.

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 possessed with guilt. Come from thy ward,
For I can here disarm thee with this stick
475And make thy weapon drop.

PROSPERO

What’s that? The daughter knows more than the father?—Put away your sword, traitor. You make quite a show there, but you’re too scared to strike at me, since you feel too guilty. Get out of that position, because I can disarm you with my magic wand and make your sword drop.

MIRANDA

     Beseech you, father.

MIRANDA

Please, father, I beg you.

PROSPERO

Hence! Hang not on my garments.

PROSPERO

Let go of me! Don’t tug on my clothes.