ACT THIRD Scene One [Before Prospero's Cell] Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log. Fer. There be some sports are painful, and their labour 7 Delight in them gets off: some kinds of baseness ness Had never like executor. [I forget: my task 12 But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours, Most busy lest, when I do it. Enter Miranda; and Prospero [at a distance]. Mira. 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. 2 sets off: makes attractive 16 20 15 busy lest, when I do it; cf. n. Fer. O most dear mistress, The sun will set, before I shall discharge What I must strive to do. Mira. I'll bear your logs the while. Fer. If you'll sit down, Pray, give me that; 24 No, precious creature: I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, While I sit lazy by. Mira. 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, Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected: 28 This visitation shows it. Mira. You look wearily. 32 Fer. 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? Mira. Miranda. O my father! 36 I have broke your hest to say so. Admir'd Miranda! Indeed, the top of admiration; worth 32 visitation: sudden affliction (with pun on the meaning 'visit') |