And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you

The queen of Naples.

Pros. Soft, sir! one word more.

[Aside] They are both in either's powers; but this swift business

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning

Make the prize light. [To Fer.] One word more; I charge thee

That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp

The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself

Upon this island as a spy, to win it

From me, the lord on 't.

Fer. No, as I am a man.

Mir. 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.

Pros. Follow me.

Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come;

I'll manacle thy neck and feet together: