Prospero (cont.)
Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between ’em!
Ferdinand
Wherefore weep you?
Miranda
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,
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
You may deny me; but I’ll be your servant,
Whether you will or no.