PROSPERO.
Look thou be true, and do not give dalliance
Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw
To th' fire i' th' blood: be more abstemious,
Or else, good night, your vow.

FERDINAND.
I warrant you, Sir.
The white, cold virgin-show upon my heart,
Abates the ardour of my passion.

AIR. MIRANDA.
Hope waits upon the flow'ry prime;
  And summer, tho' it be less gay,
Yet is not look'd on as a time
  Of declination, or decay;
For, with a full hand, that does bring
All that was promis'd by the spring. [Exeunt Ferdinand and Miranda.

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