Act 3, Scene 1
Before PROSPERO'S cell
- [Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log.]
- Ferdinand
- 1209 There be some sports are painful, and their labour
- 1210 Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
- 1211 Are nobly undergone, and most poor matters
- 1212 Point to rich ends. This my mean task
- 1213 Would be as heavy to me as odious; but
- 1214 The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead,
- 1215 And makes my labours pleasures: O! she is
- 1216 Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed,
- 1217 And he's compos'd of harshness. I must remove
- 1218 Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
- 1219 Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress
- 1220 Weeps when she sees me work, and says such baseness
- 1221 Had never like executor. I forget:
- 1222 But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours,
- 1223 Most busy, least when I do it.
- [Enter MIRANDA: and PROSPERO behind.]
- Miranda
- 1224 Alas! now pray you,
- 1225 Work not so hard: I would the lightning had
- 1226 Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile!
- 1227 Pray, set it down and rest you: when this burns,
- 1228 'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
- 1229 Is hard at study; pray, now, rest yourself:
- 1230 He's safe for these three hours.
- Ferdinand
- 1231 O most dear mistress,
- 1232 The sun will set, before I shall discharge
- 1233 What I must strive to do.
- Miranda
- 1234 If you'll sit down,
- 1235 I'll bear your logs the while. Pray give me that;
- 1236 I'll carry it to the pile.
- Ferdinand
- 1237 No, precious creature:
- 1238 I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
- 1239 Than you should such dishonour undergo,
- 1240 While I sit lazy by.
- Miranda
- 1241 It would become me
- 1242 As well as it does you: and I should do it
- 1243 With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
- 1244 And yours it is against.
- [Aside]
- Prospero
- 1245 Poor worm! thou art infected:
- 1246 This visitation shows it.
- Miranda
- 1247 You look wearily.
- Ferdinand
- 1248 No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me
- 1249 When you are by at night. I do beseech you—
- 1250 Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers—
- 1251 What is your name?
- Miranda
- 1252 Miranda—O my father!
- 1253 I have broke your hest to say so.
- Ferdinand
- 1254 Admir'd Miranda!
- 1255 Indeed, the top of admiration; worth
- 1256 What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
- 1257 I have ey'd with best regard, and many a time
- 1258 The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
- 1259 Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
- 1260 Have I lik'd several women; never any
- 1261 With so full soul but some defect in her
- 1262 Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd,
- 1263 And put it to the foil: but you, O you!
- 1264 So perfect and so peerless, are created
- 1265 Of every creature's best.
- Miranda
- 1266 I do not know
- 1267 One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
- 1268 Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
- 1269 More that I may call men than you, good friend,
- 1270 And my dear father: how features are abroad,
- 1271 I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty,—
- 1272 The jewel in my dower,—I would not wish
- 1273 Any companion in the world but you;
- 1274 Nor can imagination form a shape,
- 1275 Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle
- 1276 Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
- 1277 I therein do forget.
- Ferdinand
- 1278 I am, in my condition,
- 1279 A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;—
- 1280 I would not so!—and would no more endure
- 1281 This wooden slavery than to suffer
- 1282 The flesh-fly blow my mouth.—Hear my soul speak:—
- 1283 The very instant that I saw you, did
- 1284 My heart fly to your service; there resides,
- 1285 To make me slave to it; and for your sake
- 1286 Am I this patient log-man.
- Miranda
- 1287 Do you love me?
- Ferdinand
- 1288 O heaven! O earth! bear witness to this sound,
- 1289 And crown what I profess with kind event,
- 1290 If I speak true: if hollowly, invert
- 1291 What best is boded me to mischief! I,
- 1292 Beyond all limit of what else i' the world,
- 1293 Do love, prize, honour you.
- Miranda
- 1294 I am a fool
- 1295 To weep at what I am glad of.
- [Aside]
- Prospero
- 1296 Fair encounter
- 1297 Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
- 1298 On that which breeds between them!
- Ferdinand
- 1299 Wherefore weep you?
- Miranda
- 1300 At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer
- 1301 What I desire to give; and much less take
- 1302 What I shall die to want. But this is trifling;
- 1303 And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
- 1304 The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!
- 1305 And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
- 1306 I am your wife, if you will marry me;
- 1307 If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow
- 1308 You may deny me; but I'll be your servant,
- 1309 Whether you will or no.
- Ferdinand
- 1310 My mistress, dearest;
- 1311 And I thus humble ever.
- Miranda
- 1312 My husband, then?
- Ferdinand
- 1313 Ay, with a heart as willing
- 1314 As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.
- Miranda
- 1315 And mine, with my heart in't: and now farewell
- 1316 Till half an hour hence.
- Ferdinand
- 1317 A thousand thousand!
- [Exeunt FERDINAND and MIRANDA severally.]
- Prospero
- 1318 So glad of this as they, I cannot be,
- 1319 Who are surpris'd withal; but my rejoicing
- 1320 At nothing can be more. I'll to my book;
- 1321 For yet, ere supper time, must I perform
- 1322 Much business appertaining.
- [Exit]