There be some sports are painful, and their labor
3.1.31237Delight in them set off. Some kinds of baseness
3.1.41238Are nobly undergone, and most poor matters
3.1.51239Point to rich ends; this, my mean task,
3.1.61240Would be as heavy to me, as odious, but
3.1.71241The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead
3.1.81242And makes my labors pleasures. Oh, she is
3.1.91243Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed,
3.1.101244And he's composed of harshness. I must remove
3.1.111245Some thousands of these logs and pile them up
3.1.121246Upon a sore injunction. My sweet mistress
3.1.131247Weeps when she sees me work, and says such baseness
3.1.151249But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labors
Enter Miranda and Prospero[, he, at a distance, unseen].
Most busiliest when I do it. Alas, now pray you,
3.1.171252Work not so hard. I would the lightning had
3.1.181253Burnt up those logs that you are enjoined to pile.
3.1.191254Pray, set it down and rest you -- when this burns,
3.1.201255'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
3.1.211256Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself.
He's safe for these three hours. O most dear mistress,
3.1.231259The sun will set before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do. If you'll sit down,
3.1.251262I'll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me that;
I'll carry it to the pile. No, precious creature;
3.1.271265I had rather crack my sinews, break my back
While I sit lazy by. It would become me
3.1.301269As well as it does you, and I should do it
3.1.311270With much more ease, for my good will is to it,
And yours it is against. [Aside] Poor worm, thou art infected;
This visitation shows it. You look wearily.
No, noble mistress, 'tis fresh morning with me
3.1.351276When you are by at night. I do beseech you
3.1.361277(Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers),
What is your name? Miranda. [Aside] O my father,
I have broke your hest to say so! Admired Miranda,
3.1.401283What's dearest to the world: full many a lady
3.1.411284I have eyed with best regard, and many a time
3.1.421285Th'harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
3.1.431286Brought my too diligent ear. For several virtues
3.1.451288With so full soul, but some defect in her
3.1.461289Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed
Of every creature's best. I do not know
3.1.501294One of my sex, no woman's face remember --
3.1.511295Save, from my glass, mine own. Nor have I seen
3.1.521296More that I may call men than you, good friend,
3.1.531297And my dear father. How features are abroad
3.1.551299(The jewel in my dower), I would not wish
3.1.581302Besides yourself, to like of -- but I prattle
3.1.591303Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
I therein do forget. I am, in my condition,
3.1.621307(I would not so), and would no more endure
3.1.641309The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak:
3.1.661311My heart fly to your service, there resides
3.1.671312To make me slave to it, and for your sake
Am I this patient log man. Do you love me?
O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound,
3.1.701316And crown what I profess with kind event
3.1.731319Beyond all limit of what else i'th'world,
Do love, prize, honor you. I am a fool
To weep at what I am glad of. [Aside] Fair encounter
3.1.761324Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between 'em. Wherefore weep you?
At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer
3.1.791328What I desire to give, and much less take
3.1.801329What I shall die to want. But this is trifling,
3.1.811330And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
3.1.821331The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning,
3.1.831332And prompt me, plain and holy innocence:
3.1.851334If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow
3.1.861335You may deny me, but I'll be your servant
Whether you will or no. My mistress dearest,
And I thus humble ever. My husband then?
Ay, with a heart as willing
3.1.901341As bondage ere of freedom: here's my hand.
And mine, with my heart in't; and now, farewell
Till half an hour hence. A thousand, thousand.
3.1.93Exit [Miranda and Ferdinand]. So glad of this as they I cannot be,
3.1.951346Who are surprised with all, but my rejoicing
3.1.961347At nothing can be more. I'll to my book,