A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows
And strays about to find 'em.
Mira. I might call him
A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.
Pro. [Aside.] It goes on, I see, 416
As my soul prompts it.—Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee
Within two days for this.
Fer. Most sure, the goddess
On whom these airs attend!—Vouchsafe my prayer
May know if you remain upon this island; 420
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?
Mira. No wonder, sir; 424
But certainly a maid.
Fer. My language! heavens!—
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.
Pro. How! the best?
What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee? 428
Fer. 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,—ne'er since at ebb,—beheld
The king, my father wrack'd.
Mira. Alack, for mercy!
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan, 434
And his brave son being twain.
420 remain: dwell
429 single: solitary, with pun on feeble
