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- ACT THREE THE TEMPEST SCENE ONE
Beyond all limit of what else i' the world,
Do love, prize, honour you.
Miranda. I am a fool
To weep at what I am glad of.
Prospero. Fair encounter
Of two most rare affections ! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between 'em !
Ferdinand. Wherefore weep you?
Miranda. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer
What I desire to give ; and much less take
What I shall die to want But this is trifling;
And all the more it seeks to hide itself.
The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence I
I am your wife, if you will marry me ;
If not, I '11 die your maid : to be your fellow
You may deny me ; but I '11 be your servant,
Whether you will or no.
Ferdinand. My mistress, dearest;
And I thus humble ever.
Miranda. My husband, then?
Ferdinand. Ay, with a heart as willing
As bondage e'er of freedom : here 's my hand.
Miranda. And mine, with my heart in't: and now farewellTill half an hour hence.
Ferdinand. A thousand thousand 1
[Exeunt Ferdinand and Miranda severally.
Prospero. So glad of this as they I cannot be.
Who are surprised v/ithal ; but my rejoicing
At nothing can be more. I '11 to my book ;
For yet, ere supper-time, must I perform
Much business appertaining. [Exit.
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