1236Fer. There be some Sports are painfull; & their labor

1237Delight in them set off: Some kindes of basenesse

1238Are nobly vndergon; and most poore matters

1239Point to rich ends: this my meane Taske

1240Would be as heauy to me, as odious, but

1241The Mistris which I serue, quickens what's dead,

1242And makes my labours, pleasures: O She is

1243Ten times more gentle, then her Father's crabbed;

1244And he's compos'd of harshnesse. I must remoue

1245Some thousands of these Logs, and pile them vp,

1246Vpon a sore iniunction; my sweet Mistris

1247Weepes when she sees me worke, & saies, such basenes

1248Had neuer like Executor: I forget:

1249But these sweet thoughts, doe euen refresh my labours,

1250Most busie lest, when I doe it. Enter Miranda and Prospero.

1251Mir. Alas, now pray you

1252Worke not so hard: I would the lightning had

1253Burnt vp those Logs that you are enioynd to pile:

1254Pray set it downe, and rest you: when this burnes

1255'Twill weepe for hauing wearied you: my Father

1256Is hard at study; pray now rest your selfe,

1257Hee's safe for these three houres.

1258Fer. O most deere Mistris,

1259The Sun will set before I shall discharge

1260What I must striue to do.

1261Mir. If you'l sit downe

1262Ile beare your Logges the while: pray giue me that,

1263Ile carry it to the pile.

1264Fer. No precious Creature,

1265I had rather cracke my sinewes, breake my backe,

1266Then you should such dishonor vndergoe,

1267While I sit lazy by.

1268Mir. It would become me

1269As well as it do's you; and I should do it

1270With much more ease: for my good will is to it,

1271And yours it is against.

1272Pro. Poore worme thou art infected,

1273This visitation shewes it.

1274Mir. You looke wearily.

1275Fer. No, noble Mistris, 'tis fresh morning with me

1276When y ou are by at night: I do beseech you

1277Cheefely, that I might set it in my prayers,

1278What is your name?

1279Mir. Miranda, O my Father,

1280I haue broke your hest to say so.

1281Fer. Admir'd Miranda,

1282Indeede the top of Admiration, worth

1283What's deerest to the world: full many a Lady

1284I haue ey'd with best regard, and many a time

1285Th'harmony of their tongues, hath into bondage

1286Brought my too diligent eare: for seuerall vertues

1287Haue I lik'd seuerall women, neuer any

1288With so full soule, but some defect in her

1289Did quarrell with the noblest grace she ow'd,

1290And put it to the foile. But you, O you,

1291So perfect, and so peetlesse, are created

1292Of euerie Creatures best.

1293Mir. I do not know

1294One of my sexe; no womans face remember,

1295Saue from my glasse, mine owne: Nor haue I seene

1296More that I may call men, then you good friend,

1297And my deere Father: how features are abroad

1298I am skillesse of; but by my modestie

1299(The iewell in my dower) I would not wish

1300Any Companion in the world but you:

1301Nor can imagination forme a shape

1302Besides your selfe, to like of: but I prattle

1303Something too wildely, and my Fathers precepts

1304I therein do forget.

1305Fer. I am, in my condition

1306A Prince ( Miranda) I do thinke a King

1307(I would not so) and would no more endure

1308This wodden slauerie, then to suffer

1309The flesh-flie blow my mouth: heare my soule speake.

1310The verie instant that I saw you, did

1311My heart flie to your seruice, there resides

1312To make me slaue to it, and for your sake

1313Am I this patient Logge-man.

1314Mir. Do you loue me?

1315Fer. O heauen; O earth, beare witnes to this sound,

1316And crowne what I professe with kinde euent

1317If I speake true: if hollowly, inuert

1318What best is boaded me, to mischiefe: I,

1319Beyond all limit of what else i'th world

1320Do loue, prize, honor you.

1321Mir. I am a foole

1322To weepe at what I am glad of.

1323Pro. Faire encounter

1324Of two most rare affections: heauens raine grace

1325On that which breeds betweene 'em.

1326Fer. Wherefore weepe you?

1327Mir. At mine vnworthinesse, that dare not offer

1328What I desire to giue; and much lesse take

1329What I shall die to want: But this is trifling,

1330And all the more it seekes to hide it selfe,

1331The bigger bulke it shewes. Hence bashfull cunning,

1332And prompt me plaine and holy innocence.

1333I am your wife, if you will marrie me;

1334If not, Ile die your maid: to be your fellow

1335You may denie me, but Ile be your seruant

1336Whether you will or no.

1337Fer. My Mistris (deerest)

1338And I thus humble euer.

1339Mir. My husband then?

1340Fer. I, with a heart as willing

1341As bondage ere of freedome: heere's my hand.

1342Mir. And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewel

1343Till halfe an houre hence.

1344Fer. A thousand, thousand. Exeunt.

1345Pro. So glad of this as they I cannot be,

1346Who are surpriz'd with all; but my reioycing

1347At nothing can be more: Ile to my booke,

1348For yet ere supper time, must I performe

1349Much businesse appertaining. Exit.