the tempest scene 8

Question 1

Some thousands of these logs and pile them up.

Enter MIRANDA and PROSPERO at a distance, unseen

Answer 1

Alas, now, pray you,
Work not so hard: I would the lightning had burnt up those logs that you are enjoin’d to pile!
Pray, set it down and rest you: when this burns,
‘Twill weep for having wearied you. My father is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself;
He’s safe for these three hours.

Question 2

What I must strive to do.

Answer 2

If you’ll sit down,
I’ll bear your logs the while: Pray, give me that; I’ll carry it to the pile.

Question 3

While I sit lazy by.

Answer 3

It would become me
As well as it does you: and I should do it with much more ease; for my hood will is to it,
And yours it is against.

You look wearily.

Question 4

What is your name?

Answer 4

Miranda —O my father,
I have broke your hest to say so!

Question 5

Of every creature’s best!

Answer 5

I do not know
One of my sex; no woman’s face remember,
Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
More that I may call men than you, good friend,
And my dear father: how features are abroad, I am skilless of; but, I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you,
Nor can I imagine form a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of.

Question 6

Am I this patient log-man.

Answer 6

Do you love me?

Question 7

Do love, prize, honour you.

Answer 7

I am a fool
To weep at what I am glad of.

Question 8

Wherefore weep you?

Answer 8

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 the more it seeks to hide itself, The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful, cunning!
I am your wife, if you will marry me;
If not i’ll die your maid.

Question 9

And I thus humble ever.

Answer 9

My husband, then?

Question 10

here’s my hand.

Answer 10

And mine, with my heart in’t; and now farewell
Till half an hour hence.