PROSPERO 

    Then, as my gift and thine own acquisition 
    Worthily purchased take my daughter: but 
    If thou dost break her virgin-knot before 
    All sanctimonious ceremonies may 
    With full and holy rite be minister’d, 
    No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall 
    To make this contract grow: but barren hate, 
    Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew 
    The union of your bed with weeds so loathly 
    That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed, 
    As Hymen’s lamps shall light you. 

FERDINAND 

    As I hope 
    For quiet days, fair issue and long life, 
    With such love as ‘tis now, the murkiest den, 
    The most opportune place, the strong’st suggestion 
    Our worser genius can, shall never melt 
    Mine honour into lust, to take away 
    The edge of that day’s celebration 
    When I shall think: or Phoebus’ steeds are founder’d, 
    Or Night kept chain’d below.