Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish; Nor fcrape-trenchering, nor wafh difb; Has a new mafter-Get a new man. Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey. day, freedom! Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. [Exeunt. ACT D 4 ACT III. SCENE I. Before Profpero's Cell. Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log. Fer. There be some sports are painful; but their labour The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, Ten times more gentle, than her father's crabbed; Weeps when she fees me work; and fays, such baseness But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance. He's fafe for these three hours. O most dear mistress, Fer. SCEN re Profpero's Ced. ERDINAND, bearing a bg. Some sports are painful; butter 5. This my mean task would be as 'tis odious; but ch I ferve, quickens what's dead, abours pleasures: O, she is gentle, than her father's crabbed; s'd of harshness. I must remove of these logs, and pile them up, unction: My fweet mistress he fees me work; and fays, fuch ba éxecutor. I forget: et thoughts do even refresh my labours, ANDA; and PROSPERO at a diffancı. Alas, now! pray f d: I would, the lightning had O most dear miftrefs, fore I fhall difcharge to do. Mira. If you'll fit down, I'll bear your logs the while: Pray, give me that; Fer. No, precious creature : I had rather crack my finews, break my back, While I fit lazy by. Mira. It would become me As well as it does you: and I should do it Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected; This vifitation fhews it. Mira. You look wearily. Fer. No, noble miftrefs; 'tis fresh morning with me, When you are by at night. I do beseech you, (Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,) Indeed, the top of admiration; worth What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady With fo full foul, but fome defect in her One of my fex; no woman's face remember, |