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Miranda complete text   Miranda. If by your art, my dearest father, you have 1.2.1         Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. 1.2.2         The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, 1.2.3         But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, 1.2.4         Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered 1.2.5         With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel, 1.2.6         Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her, 1.2.7         Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock 1.2.8         Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd. 1.2.9         Had I been any god of power, I would 1.2.10         Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere 1.2.11         It should the good ship so have swallow'd and 1.2.12         The fraughting souls within her. 1.2.13       Main play link   Miranda. O, woe the day! 1.2.17       Main play link   Miranda. More to know 1.2.25         Did never meddle with my thoughts. 1.2.26       Main play link   Miranda. You have often 1.2.39         Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd 1.2.40         And left me to a bootless inquisition, 1.2.41         Concluding 'Stay: not yet.' 1.2.42       Main play link   Miranda. Certainly, sir, I can. 1.2.49       Main play link   Miranda. 'Tis far off 1.2.53         And rather like a dream than an assurance 1.2.54         That my remembrance warrants. Had I not 1.2.55         Four or five women once that tended me? 1.2.56       Main play link   Miranda. But that I do not. 1.2.62       Main play link   Miranda. Sir, are not you my father? 1.2.66       Main play link   Miranda. O the heavens! 1.2.71         What foul play had we, that we came from thence? 1.2.72         Or blessed was't we did? 1.2.73       Main play link   Miranda. O, my heart bleeds 1.2.77         To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, 1.2.78         Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther. 1.2.79       Main play link   Miranda. Sir, most heedfully. 1.2.93       Main play link   Miranda. O, good sir, I do. 1.2.103       Main play link   Miranda. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. 1.2.123       Main play link   Miranda. O the heavens! 1.2.134       Main play link   Miranda. I should sin 1.2.137         To think but nobly of my grandmother: 1.2.138         Good wombs have borne bad sons. 1.2.139       Main play link   Miranda. Alack, for pity! 1.2.153         I, not remembering how I cried out then, 1.2.154         Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint 1.2.155         That wrings mine eyes to't. 1.2.156       Main play link   Miranda. Wherefore did they not 1.2.161         That hour destroy us? 1.2.162       Main play link   Miranda. Alack, what trouble 1.2.176         Was I then to you! 1.2.177       Main play link   Miranda. How came we ashore? 1.2.185       Main play link   Miranda. Would I might 1.2.196         But ever see that man! 1.2.197       Main play link   Miranda. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir, 1.2.204         For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason 1.2.205         For raising this sea-storm? 1.2.206       Main play link   Miranda. The strangeness of your story put 1.2.359         Heaviness in me. 1.2.360       Main play link   Miranda. 'Tis a villain, sir, 1.2.364         I do not love to look on. 1.2.365       Main play link   Miranda. What is't? a spirit? 1.2.474         Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, 1.2.475         It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit. 1.2.476       Main play link   Miranda. I might call him 1.2.483         A thing divine, for nothing natural 1.2.484         I ever saw so noble. 1.2.485       Main play link   Miranda. No wonder, sir; 1.2.496         But certainly a maid. 1.2.497       Main play link   Miranda. Alack, for mercy! 1.2.508       Main play link   Miranda. Why speaks my father so ungently? This 1.2.518         Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first 1.2.519         That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father 1.2.520         To be inclined my way! 1.2.521       Main play link   Miranda. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: 1.2.535         If the ill spirit have so fair a house, 1.2.536         Good things will strive to dwell with't. 1.2.537       Main play link   Miranda. O dear father, 1.2.547         Make not too rash a trial of him, for 1.2.548         He's gentle and not fearful. 1.2.549       Main play link   Miranda. Beseech you, father. 1.2.556       Main play link   Miranda. Sir, have pity; 1.2.558         I'll be his surety. 1.2.559       Main play link   Miranda. My affections 1.2.567         Are then most humble; I have no ambition 1.2.568         To see a goodlier man. 1.2.569       Main play link   Miranda. Be of comfort; 1.2.587         My father's of a better nature, sir, 1.2.588         Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted 1.2.589         Which now came from him. 1.2.590       Main play link   Miranda. Alas, now, pray you, 3.1.16         Work not so hard: I would the lightning had 3.1.17         Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile! 3.1.18         Pray, set it down and rest you: when this burns, 3.1.19         'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father 3.1.20         Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself; 3.1.21         He's safe for these three hours. 3.1.22       Main play link   Miranda. If you'll sit down, 3.1.26         I'll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that; 3.1.27         I'll carry it to the pile. 3.1.28       Main play link   Miranda. It would become me 3.1.33         As well as it does you: and I should do it 3.1.34         With much more ease; for my good will is to it, 3.1.35         And yours it is against. 3.1.36       Main play link   Miranda. You look wearily. 3.1.39       Main play link   Miranda. Miranda.--O my father, 3.1.44         I have broke your hest to say so! 3.1.45       Main play link   Miranda. I do not know 3.1.58         One of my sex; no woman's face remember, 3.1.59         Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen 3.1.60         More that I may call men than you, good friend, 3.1.61         And my dear father: how features are abroad, 3.1.62         I am skilless of; but, by my modesty, 3.1.63         The jewel in my dower, I would not wish 3.1.64         Any companion in the world but you, 3.1.65         Nor can imagination form a shape, 3.1.66         Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle 3.1.67         Something too wildly and my father's precepts 3.1.68         I therein do forget. 3.1.69       Main play link   Miranda Do you love me? 3.1.79       Main play link   Miranda. I am a fool 3.1.86         To weep at what I am glad of. 3.1.87       Main play link   Miranda. At mine unworthiness that dare not offer 3.1.92         What I desire to give, and much less take 3.1.93         What I shall die to want. But this is trifling; 3.1.94         And all the more it seeks to hide itself, 3.1.95         The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning! 3.1.96         And prompt me, plain and holy innocence! 3.1.97         I am your wife, if you will marry me; 3.1.98         If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow 3.1.99         You may deny me; but I'll be your servant, 3.1.100         Whether you will or no. 3.1.101       Main play link   Miranda. My husband, then? 3.1.104       Main play link   Miranda. And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewell 3.1.107         Till half an hour hence. 3.1.108       Main play link   Miranda. Never till this day 4.1.159         Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd. 4.1.160       Main play link   Ferdinand [with Miranda] We wish your peace. 4.1.179       Main play link   Miranda. Sweet lord, you play me false. 5.1.189       Main play link   Miranda Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle, 5.1.192         And I would call it, fair play. 5.1.193       Main play link   Miranda. O, wonder! 5.1.203         How many goodly creatures are there here! 5.1.204         How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, 5.1.205         That has such people in't! 5.1.206       Main play link   REMOVE line numbers    Return to top