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Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom,
hey-day, freedom! Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. [Exeunt.
Before Prospero's cell.
Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log. Fer. There be some sports are painful; and their
labor Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters Point to rich ends. This my mean task Would be as heavy to me, as odious; but The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, And makes my labors pleasures. O, she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed ; And he's composed of harshness. I must remove Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up, Upon a sore injunction. My sweet mistress Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such
baseness Had ne'er like executor. I forget : But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my la
bors; Most busy-less, when I do it.
Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance. Mir.
Alas, now! pray you, Work not so hard : I would the lightning had
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. Fer.
O most dear mistress The sun will set, before I shall discharge What I must strive to do. Mir.
If you 'll sit down,
No, precious creature ;
should such dishonor undergo,
It would become me
yours it is against.
Poor worm! thou art infected ;
You look wearily.
Miranda :-0 my father,
creature's best.4 Mir.
I do not know
dear father : how features are abroad,
2 Possessed. 3 Made it doubtful whether the virtue or the defect proponderated.
* Alluding to the picture of Venus by Apelles.