Ferdinand (cont.)
My heart fly to your service; there resides,
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
What best is boded me to mischief! I
Beyond all limit of what else i’ the world
Do love, prize, honour you.
Miranda
I am a fool
To weep at what I am glad of.
Prospero
Fair encounter