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Miranda / The Tempest / John William Waterhouse
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MIRANDA I do not know One of my sex, no woman's face remember – Save, from my glass, mine own. Nor have I seen More than I may call men than you, good friend, And my dear father. How features are abroad I am skilless of, but by my modesty (The jewel in my dower), I would not wish Any companion in the world but you, Nor can imagine form a shape, Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle Something too wildly, and my father's precepts I therein do forget.
THE TEMPEST / SHAKESPEARE
This world is forcing his hand into hers. A marriage demanded by two people- my apologies, a 'family' who want to see her wed. Moving from the mercy of one authority to another because this marriage is a farce to sustain blood purity. That's all she is, a vessel who carries the blood of a 'superior' generation, after all she is not the shape of an heir.
