Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish; Nor fetch in firing At requiring, Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish; Has a new master-Get a new man. Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey-day, freedom! Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. [Exeunt. АСТ III. SCENE I. BEFORE PROSPERO'S CELL. Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log. Fer. There be some sports are painful; but their labour Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such baseness Had ne'er like executor. I forget: But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; Most busy-less, when I do it. Enter Miranda; and Prospero at a distance. Mira. Alas, now! pray you, Work not so hard: I would, the lightning had Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile! He's safe for these three hours. Fer. O most dear mistress, The sun will set, before I shall discharge What I must strive to do." Mira. If you'll sit down, I'll bear your logs the while: Pray, give me that; I'll carry it to the pile. Fer. No, precious creature: I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Mira. 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 against. Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected; This visitation shews it. Mira. You look wearily. Fer. 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? Mira. Miranda:-O my father, I have broke your hest to say so! Fer. Admir'd Miranda! Indeed, the top of admiration; worth With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd, Of Mira. I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen (The jewel in my dower,) I would not wish Therein forget. Fer. precepts 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 I would 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, Am I this patient log-man. Mira. Do you love me? Fer. 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, Mira. I am a fool, To weep at what I am glad of. Pro. Fair encounter Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them! Fer. Wherefore weep you? Mira. 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 shews. Hence, bashful cunning! And prompt me, plain and holy innocence! I am your wife, if you will marry me; If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow Fer. And I thus humble ever. Mira. My mistress, dearest, My husband then? Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. Mira. And mine, with my heart in't: And now farewell, Till half an hour hence. Fer. A thousand! thousand! [Exeunt Fer. and Mira. Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are surpriz'd with all; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book; |