Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance. Alas, now! pray you, Mir. 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. O most dear mistress Fer. What I must strive to do. Mir. If you'll sit down, I'll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that ; I'll carry it to the pile. Fer. No, precious creature ; I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, While I sit lazy by. Mir. 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, Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me, When you are by at night. I do beseech (Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers) What is your name? you, |