The Tempest: Act 3, Scene 1

           Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log.

  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.

           Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO
           [at a distance, unseen].

 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.

 21                                                     O most dear mistress,
 22   The sun will set before I shall discharge
 23   What I must strive to do.

 23                                         If you'll sit down,
 24   I'll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that;
 25   I'll carry it to the pile.

 25                                           No, precious creature;
 26   I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
 27   Than you should such dishonour undergo,
 28   While I sit lazy by.

 28                                 It would become me
 29   As well as it does you: and I should do it
 30   With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
 31   And yours it is against.



 31                                         Poor worm, thou art infected!
 32   This visitation shows it.

 32                                             You look wearily.

 33   No, noble mistress;'tis fresh morning with me
 34   When you are by at night. I do beseech you—
 35   Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers—
 36   What is your name?

 36                               Miranda.—O my father,
 37   I have broke your hest to say so!

 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 log—man.

 67                                           Do you love me?

 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.

 73                                         I am a fool
 74   To weep at what I am glad of.



 74                                             Fair encounter
 75   Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
 76   On that which breeds between 'em!

 76                                                       Wherefore weep 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.

 86                                       My mistress, dearest;
 87   And I thus humble ever.

 87                                       My husband, then?

 88   Ay, with a heart as willing
 89   As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.

 90   And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewell
 91   Till half an hour hence.

 91                                         A thousand thousand!

           Exeunt [FERDINAND and MIRANDA severally].

 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.