Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mir. Worke not so hard: I would the lightning had
Mir. Burnt vp those Logs that you are enioynd to pile:
Mir. Pray set it downe, and rest you: when this burnes
Mir. 'Twill weepe for hauing wearied you: my Father
Mir. Is hard at study; pray now rest your selfe,
Mir. He's
Mir. The Tempest.
Mir. He's safe for these three houres.
Fer. Fer.
Fer. O most deere Mistris
Fer. The Sun will set before I shall discharge
Fer. What I must striue to do.
Mir. Mir.
Mir. If you'l sit downe
Mir. Ile beare your Logges the while: pray giue me that,
Mir. Ile carry it to the pile.
Fer. No precious Creature,
Fer. I had rather cracke my sinewes, breake my backe,
Fer. Then you should such dishonor vndergoe,