FERDINAND.
My language! Heavens! —
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.
PROSPERO.
How! the best?
What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
FERDINAND.
A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me;
And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples,
Who with mine eyes, — never since at ebb, — beheld
The King, my father wrack'd.
MIRANDA.
Alack, for mercy!
FERDINAND.
Yes, faith, and all his lords, the Duke of Milan,
And his brave son being twain.
PROSPERO.
[Aside.] The Duke of Milan,
And his more braver daughter could control thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't. — At the first sight [Aside.]
They have changed eyes; — delicate Ariel,
I'll set thee free for this! — [To FERDINAND] A word, good sir:
I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
MIRANDA.
[Aside.] Why speaks my father so ungently? This
Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first
That e'er I sigh'd for; pity move my father
To be inclin'd my way!
