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Pro. Poor worm I thou art înfected ;

This Visitation shows it.

Mira. You look wearily.

Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with nie, When you are by at night. I do beseech you, (Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,) What is your name?

;. Mira. Miranda: — Omyfather,

I bave broke yoùr hest to say sol

Fer. Admir'd Miranda I

Indeed, the top of admiration ; worth What*s dearest to the world ! Full many a lady I bave ey'd with best regard ; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear : for several rirtues ' Hâve I lik'd several women ; never any With so full soûl, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grâce she ow'd, And put it to the foil : But you^ O you^