The son of the king of Naples. During the storm, he meets Miranda, and falls in love with her.
‘My language! Heavens!/ I am the best of them taht speak this speech,/ Were I but where ’tis spoken.’
‘No precious creature,/ i had rather crack my sinews, break my back,/ Than you should such dishonor undergo/ While I sit lazy by.’
‘I beyond all limit of what else i’ th’ world,/ Do love, prize, honour you.’