The Tempest: Act 3, Scene 1
1 There be some sports are painful, and their labor
2 Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
3 Are nobly undergone and most poor matters
4 Point to rich ends. This my mean task
5 Would be as heavy to me as odious, but
6 The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead
7 And makes my labors pleasures: O, she is
8 Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed,
9 And he's composed of harshness. I must remove
10 Some thousands of these logs and pile them up,
11 Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress
12 Weeps when she sees me work, and says, such baseness
13 Had never like executor. I forget:
14 But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labors,
15 Most busy lest, when I do it.
15 Alas, now, pray you,
16 Work not so hard: I would the lightning had
17 Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile!
18 Pray, set it down and rest you: when this burns,
19 'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
20 Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself;
21 He's safe for these three hours.
37 Admired Miranda!
38 Indeed the top of admiration! worth
39 What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
40 I have eyed with best regard and many a time
41 The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
42 Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
43 Have I liked several women; never any
44 With so full soul, but some defect in her
45 Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd
46 And put it to the foil: but you, O you,
47 So perfect and so peerless, are created
48 Of every creature's best!
48 I do not know
49 One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
50 Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
51 More that I may call men than you, good friend,
52 And my dear father: how features are abroad,
53 I am skilless of; but, by my modesty,
54 The jewel in my dower, I would not wish
55 Any companion in the world but you,
56 Nor can imagination form a shape,
57 Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle
58 Something too wildly and my father's precepts
59 I therein do forget.
59 I am in my condition
60 A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;
61 I would, not so!and would no more endure
62 This wooden slavery than to suffer
63 The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak:
64 The very instant that I saw you, did
65 My heart fly to your service; there resides,
66 To make me slave to it; and for your sake
67 Am I this patient logman.
68 O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound
69 And crown what I profess with kind event
70 If I speak true! if hollowly, invert
71 What best is boded me to mischief! I
72 Beyond all limit of what else i' the world
73 Do love, prize, honor you.
77 At mine unworthiness that dare not offer
78 What I desire to give, and much less take
79 What I shall die to want. But this is trifling;
80 And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
81 The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!
82 And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
83 I am your wife, if you will marry me;
84 If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow
85 You may deny me; but I'll be your servant,
86 Whether you will or no.
92 So glad of this as they I cannot be,
93 Who are surprised withal; but my rejoicing
94 At nothing can be more. I'll to my book,
95 For yet ere supper-time must I perform
96 Much business appertaining.