The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage 50.
Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
Have I lik'd several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd,
And put it to the foil : But you, O you,
So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.

Mira. I do not know
One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Save, 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 iny modesty
(The jewel in my dower), I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you ;
Nor can inagination forin a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of : “ But I prattle

Something too wildly, and my father's precepts ** I therein do forget." Fer. I am, in my condition,

70 A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king; (I would, not so!) and would no more endure This wooden slavery, than I would 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,
As I this patient log-man.
Eiij

Mira.

Mira. Do you love me?

79 Fer. 0. 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,
Do love, prize, honour you.

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 thein !"

90 Fer. Wherefore weep you ?

Mira. 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 shews. Hence bashful cunning! And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! I am your wife, if you will marry me; If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow You may deny me; but I'll be your servant, Whether

you

will or no. Fer. My mistress, dearest, And I thus humble ever.

Mira. My husband then?

Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing
As bondage e'er of freedom ; here's my hand.

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Miranda Do you love me
Ferdinand I heaven, cearth, lear' eine to the sound,

TEMPEST.

Masty, X His Royal Highnes the Prince of

nales.

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