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The Tempest, I. ii

I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:

Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be

The fresh-brook mussels, wither'd roots and husks

Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

Fer. No;

I will resist such entertainment till

Mine enemy has more power.

He draws, and is charmed from moving.

Mira. O dear father!

Make not too rash a trial of him, for

He's gentle, and not fearful.

Pro. What! I say,

My foot my tutor?—Put thy sword up, traitor;

Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy conscience

Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward,

For I can here disarm thee with this stick

And make thy weapon drop.

Mira. Beseech you, father!

Pro. Hence! hang not on my garments.

Mira. Sir, have pity:

I'll be his surety.

Pro. Silence! one word more

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!

An advocate for an impostor? hush!

Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,

Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!

To the most of men this is a Caliban

And they to him are angels.

Mira. My affections

Are then most humble; I have no ambition

 462 entertainment: treatment

465 fearful: dangerous (?)

466 foot: inferior (referring to Miranda)

468 come ward: abandon your posture of defense

