No Fear Shakespeare
The Tempest
Get this No Fear to go!
Act 3, Scene 1, Page 4
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If I speak true! If hollowly, invert
What best is boded me to mischief! I
Beyond all limit of what else i' th' world
Do love, prize, honor you.
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destroy all my prospects in life! More than anything else in the
world, I love you, value you, and honor you.
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MIRANDA
I am a
fool
To weep at what I am glad of.
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MIRANDA
Look at me crying—what a fool I am to cry at what makes
me happy.
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PROSPERO
(aside) Fair
encounter
Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between 'em!
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PROSPERO
(to himself) What a pleasant
meeting between two people truly in love! May heaven bless the
feelings growing between them!
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FERDINAND
Wherefore weep you?
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FERDINAND
Why are you crying?
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MIRANDA
At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer
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.
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MIRANDA
I’m crying at how unworthy I am to give you what I want
to give you and to take what I’m dying to have. But
it’s a waste of time to say so. The more I try to hide
what I’m feeling, the bigger it gets. Oh, stop being so
bashful and tricky, Miranda, just be straightforward and innocent!
I’ll be your wife if you’ll have me.
Otherwise, I’ll die a virgin, devoted to you. You can
refuse to make me your spouse, but I’ll be your servant
whether you want me to or not.
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FERDINAND
My mistress, dearest, and I thus humble ever.
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FERDINAND
You’ll be my wife, dearest, and I’ll serve
you forever.
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MIRANDA
My husband, then?
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MIRANDA
Will you be my husband, then?
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FERDINAND
Ay, with a heart as willing
As bondage e'er of freedom. Here’s my
hand.
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FERDINAND
Yes, with a heart more eager to bear a husband’s
responsibilities than a slave ever wanted freedom. Take my hand,
darling.
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MIRANDA
And mine, with my heart in ’t. And now farewell
Till half an hour hence.
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MIRANDA
Here’s my hand, and my heart. And now goodbye.
I’ll see you again in half an hour.
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