FERDINAND
Admired Miranda! Indeed the top of admiration! worth What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady I
have eyed with best regard and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought
my too diligent ear: for several virtues Have I liked several women; never any With so fun soul, but some
defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed And put it to the foil: but you, O you, So perfect
and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best! MIRANDA
I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I
seen 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 Any companion in the world but
you, Nor can imagination form a shape, Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle Something too wildly and
my father's precepts I therein do forget. FERDINAND
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 Am I this
patient logman. MIRANDA
Do you love me? FERDINAND
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 Do love,
prize, honour you. MIRANDA
I am a fool To weep at what I am glad of. PROSPERO
Fair encounter Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between 'em! FERDINAND
Wherefore weep you? MIRANDA
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 shows. Hence, bashful
cunning! And prompt me, plain and holy innocence! I am your wife, it 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. FERDINAND
My mistress, dearest; And I thus humble ever.
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