I'll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that;
I'll carry it to the pile.
Ariel: 'You are three men of sin' (page 99).
Fer. No, precious creature;
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,
While I sit lazy by.
Mir. It would become me
As well as it does you: and I should do it