Ferdinand
O most dear mistress,
The sun will set before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.
Miranda
If you’ll sit down,
I’ll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that;
I’ll carry it to the pile.
Ferdinand
No, precious creature;
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,
While I sit lazy by.
Miranda
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.
Prospero
Poor worm, thou art infected!
This visitation shows it.
Miranda
You look wearily.
Ferdinand
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?