Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey-day, freedom! Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. Before Prospero's cell. Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log. Fer. There be some sports are painful; and their labor Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, Had ne'er like executor. I forget: But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my la bors; Most busy-less, when I do it. Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance. Mir. 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. Fer. O most dear mistress The sun will set, before I shall discharge Mir. 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, Mir. 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, Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected; You look wearily. This visitation shows it. Mir. 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? Mir. Miranda :-O my father, I have broke your hest1 to say so! Fer. Indeed, the top of admiration; Admired Miranda! worth Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard; and many a time With so full soul, but some defect in her Mir. I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Besides yourself, to like of: but I prattle 3 Made it doubtful whether the virtue or the defect preponderated. Alluding to the picture of Venus by Apelles. |