II. ACT III.-SCENE I.-Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log. Fer. There be some sports are painful; and their labour Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead, Weeps when she sees me work; and says such baseness But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours Mira. Enter MIRANDA, and PROSPERO at a distance. O most dear mistress, Fer. Mira. If you 'll sit down I'll bear your logs the while: Pray give me that; Fer. No, precious creature: I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, While I sit lazy by. 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. Pro. This visitation shows it. Mira. Poor worm! thou art infected; You look wearily. Fer. No, noble mistress; 't is 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? Mira. Miranda:-O my father, I have broke your hest to say so! Fer. Admir'd Miranda! Indeed the top of admiration; worth I do not know Mira. Fer. I am, in my condition, A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king; (I would not so!) and would no more endure This wooden slavery, than to suffer The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my soul speak - 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 Mira. Do you love me? Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound, Mira. I am a fool, To weep at what I am glad of. Pro. Fer. Wherefore weep you? The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning! I am your wife, if you will marry me; Fer. And I thus humble ever. Mira. My mistress, dearest, My husband then Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. Mira. And mine, with my heart in't: And now fare well, Till half an hour hence. Fer. A thousand! thousand! [Exeunt FER. and MIR. Pro. So glad of this as they I cannot be, Who are surpris'd with all; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book; For yet, ere supper-time, must I perform Much business appertaining. [Exit. III. ACT V.-SCENE 1.-Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes and ARIEL. Pro. Now does my project gather to a head: Pro. I did say so, Ari. In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell; Him that you term'd, sir, "The good old lord, Gonzalo;" From eaves of reeds: your charm so strongly works them That if you now beheld them your affections Would become tender. Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit? Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? Though with their high wrongs I am strook to the quick, Yet, with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Ari. I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight-mushrooms; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be) I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar: graves, at my command, Have wak'd their sleepers; op'd, and let them forth By my so potent art: But this rough magic I here abjure: and, when I have requir'd Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book. [Solemn music. Re-enter ARIEL: after him, ALONSO, with a frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner, attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: they all enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO observing, speaks. A solemn air, and the best comforter To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains, Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, Fall fellowly drops.-The charm dissolves apace; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses To him thou follow'st, I will pay thy graces |