Ferdinand
Most sure, the goddess
On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer
May know if you remain upon this island;
And that you will some good instruction give
How I may bear me here: my prime request,
Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
If you be maid or no?
Miranda
No wonder, sir;
But certainly a maid.
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 wreck’d.
Miranda
Alack, for mercy!
Ferdinand
And his brave son being twain.