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- ACT THREE THE TEMPEST SCENE ONE
[Enter Miranda; and Prospero at a distance, unseen.]
Miranda. 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.
Ferdinand. O most dear mistress,
The sun will set before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.
Miranda. If you '11 sit down,
I '11 bear your logs the while : pray, give me that ;
I'll carry it to the pile.
Ferdinand. No, precious creature;
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo.
While I sit lazy by.
Miranda. 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,
And yours it is against
Prospero. Poor worm, thou art infected !
This visitation shows it.
Miranda. You look wearily.
Ferdinand. 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 ?
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