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I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
There be some sports are painful; but their labour Delight in them sets off: some kinds of raseness Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters Point to rich ends. 'Í'his my mean task would be As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but The mistress which I serve, quickens what's dead, and makes my labours pleasures: 0, she is Ten times more gentle ihan her father's crahbed; And he's composed of harshness. I must renove 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 base
Had ne'er like executor. I forget:
labours Most busy-less, when I do it.
Enter MIRANDA; and Prospero at a distance.
Mira. Alas, now! pray you,
O most dear mistress,
If you'll sit down,
I'll carry it to the pile.
No, precious creature:
It would become me
Poor worm! thou art infected;
You look wearily. Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with
Miranda:-0 my father,
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,
Command. t Own'd.
Besides yourself, to like of: but I prattle
I am, in my condition, A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king: (I would, not so!) and would no more endure îhis wooden slavery, than I would suffer The flesh-fly blow my mouth,-llear my soul
Do you love me?
I am a fool,
Wherefore weep you?
My mistress, dearest
My husband then?
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!
A GUILTY CONSCIENCE.
shall hate it both.
A LOVER'S PROTESTATION. As I hope For quiet days, fair issue and long life, With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den, The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion, Our worser genius can, shall never melt Mine honour into lust; to take away The edge of that day's celebration, When I shall think, or Phæbus' steeds are founder'd, Or night kept chain'd below.
PASSION TOO STRONG FOR VOWS.
VANITY OF HUMAN NATURE.
Are melted into air, into thin air
DRUNKARDS ENCHANTED BY Ariel.
ears, Advanc'd their eyelids, lifted up their noses, As they smelt music; so I charin'd their ears, That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and
thorns, Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left them l' the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to the chins.
LIGHTNESS OF FOOT. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not Hear a foot fall.
TEARS. His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eavest of reeds. COMPASSION AND CLEMENCY SUPERIOR TO REVENGE.
Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions? and shall not myself,
† A body of clouds in motion; but it is most probable that the author wrote track.