Read this extract, and then answer the question that follows it: Ferdinand: O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The Queen of Naples. Prospero: Soft, sir! one word more. [Aside] They are both in either's pow'rs; but this swift business 5 I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light. [To Ferdinand] One word more; I charge thee That thou attend me; thou dost here usurp The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself Upon this island as a spy, to win it 10 From me, the lord on't. Ferdinand: No, as I am a man. 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. 15 Prospero: Follow me. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come, 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 20 Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow. Ferdinand: No; I will resist such entertainment till Mine enemy has more power. [He draws, and is charmed from moving. 25 Miranda: O dear father, Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle, and not fearful. Prospero: What, I say, My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor; 30 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. Miranda: Beseech you, father! 35 Prospero: Hence! Hang not on my garments. Miranda: Sir, have pity; Prospero: Silence! One word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! An advocate for an impostor! hush! 40 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. 45 Miranda: My affections Are then most humble; I have no ambition To see a goodlier man. Prospero: Come on; obey. Thy nerves are in their infancy again, 50 And have no vigour in them. Ferdinand: So they are; My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats 55 To whom I am subdu'd, 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. 60 Prospero: [Aside] It works. [To Ferdinand] Come on. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! [To Ferdinand] Follow me. [To Ariel] Hark what thou else shalt do me. Miranda: Be of comfort; My father's of a better nature, sir, 65 Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted Which now came from him. Prospero: [To Ariel] Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds; but then exactly do All points of my command. 70 Ariel: To th' syllable. Prospero: [To Ferdinand] Come, follow. [To Miranda] Speak not for him. [Exeunt. [from Act 1 Scene 2]