The tempest3
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- There be some sports are painful, and their labour.
- Alas, now, pray you, Work not so hard: I would lightning had Burnt up those logs that.
- No, precious creature; I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Thank you.
- If you 'll sit down, I 'll bear your logs the while.
- Fair encounter Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between 'em!
- Miranda! Indeed the top of admiration! worth What 's dearest to the world! Full many.
- O my father, I have broke your hest to say so!
- Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.
- My husband, then?
- So glad of this as they I cannot be, Who are surprised withal; but my rejoicing.
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