Ferdinand
My mistress, dearest;
And I thus humble ever.
Miranda
My husband, then?
Ferdinand
Ay, with a heart as willing
As bondage e’er of freedom: here’s my hand.
Miranda
And mine, with my heart in’t: and now farewell
Till half an hour hence.
Ferdinand
A thousand thousand!
Prospero
So glad of this as they I cannot be,
Who are surprised withal; but my rejoicing
At nothing can be more. I’ll to my book,
For yet ere supper-time must I perform
Much business appertaining.
Exit.