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Alas, now, pray you, Work not so hard: I would the lightning had Burnt up those logs that you're 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. _Ferd._ O most dear mistress, The Sun will set before I shall discharge What I must strive to do. _Mira._ If you'll sit down, I'll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that; I'll carry't to the pile. _Ferd._ No, precious creature; I'd rather crack my sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo, 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, And yours it is against. _Pros._ [_Aside._] Poor worm, thou art infected! This visitation shows it. _Mira._ You look wearily. _Ferd._ 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, I've broke your best to say so! _Ferd._ Admired Miranda! Indeed the top of admiration; worth What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady I've 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 full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, And put it to the foil:[420-5] 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, 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'm 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. [Illustration: PRAY YOU,
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