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The Tempest: Act 3 Scene 1
Scene I Before PROSPERO'S Cell.
- [Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log]
- There be some sports are painful, and their labour
- Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
- Are nobly undergone and most poor matters
- Point to rich ends. This my mean task
- Would be as heavy to me as odious, but
- The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead
- And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is
- Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed,
- And he's composed of harshness. I must remove
- Some thousands of these logs and pile them up,
- Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress
- Weeps when she sees me work, and says, such baseness
- Had never like executor. I forget:
- But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours,
- Most busy lest, when I do it.
- [Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance, unseen]
- Alas, now, pray you,
- Work not so hard: I would the lightning had
- Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile!
- Pray, set it down and rest you: when this burns,
- 'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
- Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself;
- He's safe for these three hours.
- O most dear mistress,
- The sun will set before I shall discharge
- What I must strive to do.
- If you'll sit down,
- I'll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that;
- I'll carry it to the pile.
- No, precious creature;
- I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
- Than you should such dishonour undergo,
- While I sit lazy by.
- It would become me
- As well as it does you: and I should do it
- With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
- And yours it is against.
- Poor worm, thou art infected!
- This visitation shows it.
- You look wearily.
- No, noble mistress;'tis fresh morning with me
- When you are by at night. I do beseech you--
- Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers--
- What is your name?
- Miranda.--O my father,
- I have broke your hest to say so!
- Admired Miranda!
- Indeed the top of admiration! worth
- What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
- I have eyed with best regard and many a time
- The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
- Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
- Have I liked several women; never any
- With so fun soul, but some defect in her
- Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed
- And put it to the foil: but you, O you,
- So perfect and so peerless, are created
- Of every creature's best!
- I do not know
- One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
- Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
- More that I may call men than you, good friend,
- And my dear father: how features are abroad,
- I am skilless of; but, by my modesty,
- The jewel in my dower, I would not wish
- Any companion in the world but you,
- Nor can imagination form a shape,
- Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle
- Something too wildly and my father's precepts
- I therein do forget.
- I am in my condition
- A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;
- I would, not so!--and would no more endure
- This wooden slavery than to suffer
- The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak:
- The very instant that I saw you, did
- My heart fly to your service; there resides,
- To 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
- And crown what I profess with kind event
- If I speak true! if hollowly, invert
- What best is boded me to mischief! I
- Beyond all limit of what else i' the world
- Do love, prize, honour you.
- I am a fool
- To weep at what I am glad of.
- Fair encounter
- Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
- On that which breeds between 'em!
- Wherefore weep you?
- At mine unworthiness that dare not offer
- What I desire to give, and much less take
- What I shall die to want. But this is trifling;
- And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
- The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!
- And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
- I am your wife, it you will marry me;
- If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow
- You 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
- As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.
- And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewell
- Till half an hour hence.
- A thousand thousand!
- [Exeunt FERDINAND and MIRANDA severally]
- So glad of this as they I cannot be,
- Who are surprised withal; but my rejoicing
- At nothing can be more. I'll to my book,
- For yet ere supper-time must I perform
- Much business appertaining.