Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ste. Enter Ferdinand (bearing a Log.)
Fer. Fer.
Fer. There be some Sports are painfull; & their labor
Fer. Delight in them set off: Some kindes of basenesse
Fer. Are nobly vndergon; and most poore matters
Fer. Point to rich ends: this my meane Taske
Fer. Would be as heauy to me, as odious, but
Fer. The Mistris which I serue, quickens what's dead,
Fer. And makes my labours, pleasures: O She is
Fer. Ten times more gentle, then her Father's crabbed;
Fer. And he's compos'd of harshnesse. I must remoue
Fer. Some thousands of these Logs, and pile them vp,
Fer. Vpon a sore iniunction; my sweet Mistris
Fer. Weepes when she sees me worke, & saies, such baseness
Fer. Had neuer like Executor: I forget:
Fer. But these sweet thoughts, doe euen refresh my labours,
Fer. Most busie lest, when I doe it.
Fer. Enter Miranda and Prospero.
Mir. Mir.
Mir. Alas, now pray you