Page 1082 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service; there resides, [65]
To make me slave to it; and for your sake
Am I this patient log-man.

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 [70]
What best is boded me to mischief! I,

Beyond all limit of what else i’ th’ 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 [75]
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, [80]
The bigger bulk it shows. 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