SCENE I.^Bbvorb Peospb&o^s Gbll

SnUr FBEi^iirAii», kear^ a log.

Fer. There be some sports are painful ; bat their labour Delight ia them sets off: some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone ; and most poor matters Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be As heavy to me, as 'tis odious ; but The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead. And makes my labours pleasures : Oh t she is Ten timesmore gentle than her father*s crabbed ; And he*s composed of hershness. I must remove Some thousands of thèse logs, and pile them up, rpon a sore Injunction : My sweet mistress ^eeps when she sees me work; and says, such baseness Had ne'er like executor. I forget :

But thèse sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; Most busy-less, when I do it.

Enter Mieanda; «nil Pbospbro aî û distance.

Mira. Alas» now I pray yott»

l^ork not so hard : I would tbe Ughtning had Burnt up thèse logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile 1 Pray, set it down, and rest you : when this burns, 'Twill weep for having wearied you: M y father Is hard at study ; pray now, re»t yourself ; He's safe for thèse three hours.

SciNsl. J.ATEMPÊTB, ^89