Reading The Tempest — William Shakespeare

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Pro.

If I haue too austerely punish'd you,

Your compensation makes amends, for I

Haue giuen you here, a third of mine owne life,

Or that for which I liue: who, once againe

I tender to thy hand: All thy vexations

Were but my trials of thy loue, and thou

Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore heauen

I ratifie this my rich guift: O Ferdinand,

Doe not smile at me, that I boast her of,

For thou shalt finde she will out‑strip all praise

And make it halt, behinde her.

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