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SCENE VI.
Opens to the entrance of Prospero's cell, and discovers Ferdinand and Miranda playing at chess.MIRANDA.
Sweet lord, you play me false.
FERDINAND.
No, my dear love,
I would not for the world.
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Yes, for a score of kingdoms you shall wrangle,
And I would call it fair play.
AIR.
FERDINAND.
If on those endless charms you lay
The value that's their due,
Kings are themselves too poor to pay,
A thousand worlds too few.
But if a passion without vice,
Without disguise or art,
Miranda, if true love's your price,
Behold it in my heart.
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