| Beginning:Enter FERDINAND, bearing a logEnter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance, unseen | alas now pray you work not so hard I would the lightning had burnt up those logs that you are enjoin’d to pile my father is hard at study pray now rest yourself he’s safe for these three hours |
| FERDINANDO most dear mistress, the sun will set before I shall discharge. | if you’ll sit down i’ll carry it to the pile |
| FERDINANDNo, precious creature; I had rather crack my sinews, break my back than you should such dishonor undergo, while I sit lazy by. | you look wearily |
| FERDINANDNo, 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? | miranda o my father i have broke your hest to say so |
| FERDINANDAdmired Miranda! Indeed the top of admiration! I liked several women; never any with so fun soul, but some defect in her did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed but you, O you, so perfect and so peerless, are created of every creature’s best! | 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 and my dear father i would not wish any companion in the world but you but i prattle something too wildly and my fathers precepts i therein do forget |
| FERDINANDI am in my condition a prince, Miranda; I do think, a king; 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. | do you love me |
| FERDINANDO heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound if hollowly invert what best is boded me to mischief! I beyond all limit of what else i’ the world do love, prize, honour you. | i am a fool to weep at what i am glad of |
| PROSPEROFair encounter of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace on that which breeds between ’em!FERDINANDWherefore weep you? | at mine unworthiness that dare not offer what i desire to give and much less take what i shall die to want 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 |
| FERDINANDMy mistress, dearest; And I thus humble ever. | my husband then |
| FERDINAND Ay, with a heart as willing as bondage e’er of freedom : here’s my hand. | and mine with my heart in’t and now farewell till half an hour hence |
| FERDINANDA thousand thousand! Exeunt FERDINAND and Miranda severally | end |
| ALONSOOld lord, I cannot blame thee, who am myself attach’d with weariness, to the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest. Even here I will put off my hope and keep it no longer for my flatterer: Well, let him go. | i am right glad that he’s so out of hope do not for one repulse forego the purpose let it be tonight for now they are oppress’d with travel they will not nor cannot use such vigilance as when they are fresh i say tonight no more |
| ALONSOGive us kind keepers, heavens! What were these? | a living drollery now i will believe that there are unicorns i’ll believe and what does else want credit come to me and i’ll be sworn ’tis true |
| ALONSOThey vanish’d strangely. | no matter since they have left their viands behind for we have stomachs will’t please you taste of what is here |
| ALONSOO’ it is monstrous, monstrous: that deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced the name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i’ the ooze is bedded, and I’ll seek him deeper than e’er plummet sounded and with him there lie muddedexuent | but one fiend at a time i’ll fight their legions o’er exit |
The Tempest Lines
July 21, 2019