The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage 50 Mira. I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Savę, froin my glass, mine own; nor have I seen 60 More that I may call men, than you, good friend, And my dear father: how features are abroad, I am skilless of; but, by my modesty (The jewel in my dower), I would not wish Besides yourself, to like of: "But I prattle 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 I would suffer 70 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, Mira. Do you love me? 79 Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound, And crown what I profess with kind event, If I speak true if hollowly, invert What best is boded me, to mischief! I, Beyond all limit of what else i' the world, Mira. I am a fool, To weep at what I am glad of, "Pro. Fair encounter "Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace "On that which breeds between them!" Fer. Wherefore weep you? Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer The bigger bulk it shews. Hence bashful cunning! Fer, My mistress, dearest, And I thus humble ever. Mira. My husband then? go 100 Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom; here's my hand. |