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Enter FERDINAND bearing a log
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Enter FERDINAND bearing a log
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FERDINAND There be some sports are painful, and their labor
Delight in them sets off. Some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone. And most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task
5 Would be as heavy to me as odious, but
The mistress which I serve quickens what’s dead
And makes my labors pleasures. Oh, she is
Ten times more gentle than her father’s crabbed,
And he’s composed of harshness. I must remove
10 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 labors,
15 Most busiest when I do it.
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FERDINAND There be some sports are painful, and their labor
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 labors pleasures. Oh, 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 labors,
Most busiest when I do it.
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Enter MIRANDA , and PROSPERO unseen
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Enter MIRANDA , and PROSPERO unseen
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MIRANDA Alas now, pray you,
Work not so hard. I would the lightning had
Burnt up those logs that you are enjoined to pile!
Pray, set it down and rest you. When this burns,
'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
20 Is hard at study. Pray now, rest yourself.
He’s safe for these three hours.
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MIRANDA Alas now, pray you,
Work not so hard. I would the lightning had
Burnt up those logs that you are enjoined 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.
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FERDINAND O most dear mistress,
The sun will set before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.
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FERDINAND O most dear mistress,
The sun will set before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.
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MIRANDA If you’ll sit down,
I’ll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me that.
25 I’ll carry it to the pile.
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MIRANDA If you’ll sit down,
I’ll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me that.
I’ll carry it to the pile.
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FERDINAND No, precious creature.
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonor undergo
While I sit lazy by.
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FERDINAND No, precious creature.
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonor undergo
While I sit lazy by.
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MIRANDA It would become me
As well as it does you, and I should do it
30 With much more ease, for my good will is to it
And yours it is against.
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MIRANDA 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.
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PROSPERO (aside) Poor worm, thou art infected!
This visitation shows it.
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PROSPERO (aside) Poor worm, thou art infected!
This visitation shows it.
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MIRANDA You look wearily.
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MIRANDA You look wearily.
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FERDINAND No, noble mistress. 'Tis fresh morning with me
When you are by at night. I do beseech you—
35 Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers—
What is your name?
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FERDINAND 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?
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MIRANDA Miranda.—O my father,
I have broke your hest to say so!
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MIRANDA Miranda.—O my father,
I have broke your hest to say so!
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FERDINAND Admired Miranda!
Indeed the top of admiration, worth
What’s dearest to th' world! Full many a lady
40 I have eyed with best regard and many a time
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FERDINAND Admired Miranda!
Indeed the top of admiration, worth
What’s dearest to th' world! Full many a lady
I have eyed with best regard and many a time
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Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear. For several virtues
Have I liked several women. Never any
With so full soul but some defect in her
45 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.
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Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear. For several virtues
Have I liked several women. Never any
With so full 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.
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MIRANDA I do not know
One of my sex, no woman’s face remember—
50 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 skill-less of, but, by my modesty,
The jewel in my dower, I would not wish
55 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.
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MIRANDA 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 skill-less 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.
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FERDINAND I am in my condition
60 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
65 My heart fly to your service, there resides
To make me slave to it, and for your sake
Am I this patient log-man.
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FERDINAND 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.
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MIRANDA Do you love me?
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MIRANDA Do you love me?
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FERDINAND O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound
And crown what I profess with kind event
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FERDINAND O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound
And crown what I profess with kind event
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70 If I speak true! If hollowly, invert
What best is boded me to mischief! I
Beyond all limit of what else i' th' world
Do love, prize, honor you.
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If I speak true! If hollowly, invert
What best is boded me to mischief! I
Beyond all limit of what else i' th' world
Do love, prize, honor you.
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MIRANDA I am a fool
To weep at what I am glad of.
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MIRANDA I am a fool
To weep at what I am glad of.
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PROSPERO (aside) Fair encounter
75 Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between 'em!
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PROSPERO (aside) Fair encounter
Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between 'em!
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FERDINAND Wherefore weep you?
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FERDINAND Wherefore weep you?
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MIRANDA At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer
What I desire to give, and much less take
80 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 if you will marry me.
85 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.
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MIRANDA 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 if 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.
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FERDINAND My mistress, dearest, and I thus humble ever.
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FERDINAND My mistress, dearest, and I thus humble ever.
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MIRANDA My husband, then?
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MIRANDA My husband, then?
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FERDINAND 90 Ay, with a heart as willing
As bondage e'er of freedom. Here’s my hand.
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FERDINAND Ay, with a heart as willing
As bondage e'er of freedom. Here’s my hand.
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MIRANDA And mine, with my heart in ’t. And now farewell
Till half an hour hence.
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MIRANDA And mine, with my heart in ’t. And now farewell
Till half an hour hence.
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FERDINAND A thousand thousand!
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FERDINAND A thousand thousand!
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Exeunt FERDINAND and MIRANDA severally
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Exeunt FERDINAND and MIRANDA severally
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PROSPERO 95 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.
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PROSPERO 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.
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Exit
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Exit
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Original Text |
Modern Text |
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Enter FERDINAND bearing a log
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Enter FERDINAND bearing a log
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FERDINAND There be some sports are painful, and their labor
Delight in them sets off. Some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone. And most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task
5 Would be as heavy to me as odious, but
The mistress which I serve quickens what’s dead
And makes my labors pleasures. Oh, she is
Ten times more gentle than her father’s crabbed,
And he’s composed of harshness. I must remove
10 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 labors,
15 Most busiest when I do it.
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FERDINAND There be some sports are painful, and their labor
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 labors pleasures. Oh, 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 labors,
Most busiest when I do it.
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Enter MIRANDA , and PROSPERO unseen
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Enter MIRANDA , and PROSPERO unseen
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MIRANDA Alas now, pray you,
Work not so hard. I would the lightning had
Burnt up those logs that you are enjoined to pile!
Pray, set it down and rest you. When this burns,
'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
20 Is hard at study. Pray now, rest yourself.
He’s safe for these three hours.
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MIRANDA Alas now, pray you,
Work not so hard. I would the lightning had
Burnt up those logs that you are enjoined 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.
|
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FERDINAND O most dear mistress,
The sun will set before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.
|
FERDINAND O most dear mistress,
The sun will set before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.
|
|
MIRANDA If you’ll sit down,
I’ll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me that.
25 I’ll carry it to the pile.
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MIRANDA If you’ll sit down,
I’ll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me that.
I’ll carry it to the pile.
|
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FERDINAND No, precious creature.
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonor undergo
While I sit lazy by.
|
FERDINAND No, precious creature.
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonor undergo
While I sit lazy by.
|
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MIRANDA It would become me
As well as it does you, and I should do it
30 With much more ease, for my good will is to it
And yours it is against.
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MIRANDA 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.
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PROSPERO (aside) Poor worm, thou art infected!
This visitation shows it.
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PROSPERO (aside) Poor worm, thou art infected!
This visitation shows it.
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MIRANDA You look wearily.
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MIRANDA You look wearily.
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FERDINAND No, noble mistress. 'Tis fresh morning with me
When you are by at night. I do beseech you—
35 Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers—
What is your name?
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FERDINAND 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?
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MIRANDA Miranda.—O my father,
I have broke your hest to say so!
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MIRANDA Miranda.—O my father,
I have broke your hest to say so!
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FERDINAND Admired Miranda!
Indeed the top of admiration, worth
What’s dearest to th' world! Full many a lady
40 I have eyed with best regard and many a time
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FERDINAND Admired Miranda!
Indeed the top of admiration, worth
What’s dearest to th' world! Full many a lady
I have eyed with best regard and many a time
|
|
Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear. For several virtues
Have I liked several women. Never any
With so full soul but some defect in her
45 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.
|
Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear. For several virtues
Have I liked several women. Never any
With so full 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.
|
|
MIRANDA I do not know
One of my sex, no woman’s face remember—
50 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 skill-less of, but, by my modesty,
The jewel in my dower, I would not wish
55 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.
|
MIRANDA 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 skill-less 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.
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FERDINAND I am in my condition
60 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
65 My heart fly to your service, there resides
To make me slave to it, and for your sake
Am I this patient log-man.
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FERDINAND 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.
|
|
MIRANDA Do you love me?
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MIRANDA Do you love me?
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FERDINAND O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound
And crown what I profess with kind event
|
FERDINAND O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound
And crown what I profess with kind event
|
|
70 If I speak true! If hollowly, invert
What best is boded me to mischief! I
Beyond all limit of what else i' th' world
Do love, prize, honor you.
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If I speak true! If hollowly, invert
What best is boded me to mischief! I
Beyond all limit of what else i' th' world
Do love, prize, honor you.
|
|
MIRANDA I am a fool
To weep at what I am glad of.
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MIRANDA I am a fool
To weep at what I am glad of.
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PROSPERO (aside) Fair encounter
75 Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between 'em!
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PROSPERO (aside) Fair encounter
Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between 'em!
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FERDINAND Wherefore weep you?
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FERDINAND Wherefore weep you?
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MIRANDA At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer
What I desire to give, and much less take
80 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 if you will marry me.
85 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.
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MIRANDA 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 if 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.
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FERDINAND My mistress, dearest, and I thus humble ever.
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FERDINAND My mistress, dearest, and I thus humble ever.
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MIRANDA My husband, then?
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MIRANDA My husband, then?
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FERDINAND 90 Ay, with a heart as willing
As bondage e'er of freedom. Here’s my hand.
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FERDINAND Ay, with a heart as willing
As bondage e'er of freedom. Here’s my hand.
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MIRANDA And mine, with my heart in ’t. And now farewell
Till half an hour hence.
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MIRANDA And mine, with my heart in ’t. And now farewell
Till half an hour hence.
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FERDINAND A thousand thousand!
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FERDINAND A thousand thousand!
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Exeunt FERDINAND and MIRANDA severally
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Exeunt FERDINAND and MIRANDA severally
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PROSPERO 95 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.
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PROSPERO 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.
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Exit
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Exit
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