Near Prospero's cell, Ferdinand bears his task while Miranda watches.

FERDINAND: This labor I do patiently, for my sweet mistress weeps when she sees me work.
MIRANDA: Alas, now, pray you, work not so hard. My father is at his studies.
FERDINAND: The mistress which I serve quickens what's heavy and makes my labor pleasure.
MIRANDA: Do you love me?
FERDINAND: Beyond all limit of what else i' the world do love, prize, honor you.
MIRANDA: I am a fool to weep at what I am glad of.
FERDINAND: Wherefore weep you?
MIRANDA: At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer what I desire to give.
PROSPERO: Fair encounter of two most rare affections.
