Ferd. I love fo much, that if I have her not,
I find I cannot live.
Hip. How ! do you love her?
And would you have her too ? that muft not be :
For none but I muft have her.
Ferd. But perhaps we do> not love the fame :
All beauties are not pleafing alike to all.
Hip- Why are there more fair Women, Sir,
Befides that one I love?
Ferd. That's a ftrange queftion. There are many more befides that beau-
ty which you love.
Hip. I will have all of that kind, if there be a hundred of 'urn.
Ferd. But, noble Youth, you know not what you fay.
Hip. Sir, they are things I love, I cannot be without 'em :
O, how I rejoyce! more women!
Ferd. Sir, if you love you muft be ty'd to one.
Hip. Ty'd ! how ty'd to her?
Ferd. To love none but her.
Hip. But, Sir, I find it is againft my nature.
I muft love where I like, and I believe I may like all,
All that are fair; come; bring me to this woman,
For I muft have her. [Aside
Ferd. His fimplicity
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If fuch, that I can fcarce be angry with him.
Perhaps, fweet Youth, when you behold her,
You will find you do not love her.
Hip. I find already I love, becaufe fhe is another woman.
Ferd. You cannot love two women both at once.
Hip. Sure 'tis my duty to love all who do referable
Her whom I've already feen. I'l have as many as I can,
That are fo good, and Angel-like, as fhe I love.
And will have yours.
Ferd. Pretty Youth, you cannot.
Hip. I can do anything for that I love.
Ferd. I may, perhaps, by force reftrain you from it.
Hip. Why do fo if you can. But either promife me
To love no woman, or you muft try your force.
Ferd. I cannot help it, I muft love.
Hip. Wdl you may love, for Profpero taught me friendfhip too: you
fhall love me and other men if you can find 'em, but all the Angel-women
fhall be mine.
Ferd. I muft break off this conference, or he will
Urge me elfe beyond what I can bear.
Sweet Youth! fome other time we will fpeak
Farther concerning both our loves ; at prefent
I am indifpos'd with wearinefs and grief,
And would, if you are pleas'd, retire a while.
Hip. Some other time be it ; but, Sir, remember
That I both feek and much intreat your friendfhip,
For next to Women, I find I can love you.
Ferd. I thank you, Sir, I will confider of it.
Hip. This ftranger does infult, and comes into my
World to take thofe heavenly beauties from me,
Which I believe I am infpir'd to love,
And yet he faid he did defire but one.
He would be poor in love, but I'l be rich:
I now perceive that Profpero was cunning ;
For when he frighted me from Woman-kind,
Thofe precious things he for himfelf defign'd. [Exit.
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Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
Enter Profpero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.
Pro. If I haue too aufterely punifh'd you,
Your compenfation makes amends, for I
Haue giuen you here, a third of mine owne life,
Or that for which I Hue : who, once againe
I tender to thy hand : All thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy loue, and thou
Haft ftrangely ftood the teft : here, afore heauen
I ratifie this my rich guiift : O Ferdinand,
Doe not fmile at me, that I boaft her of,
For thou shalt finde fhe will out-ftrip all praife
And make it halt, behinde her.
Fer. I doe beleeue it
Againft an Oracle.
Pro. Then, as my gueft, and thine owne acquifition
Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter : But
If thou do'ft breake her Virgin-knot, before
All fandlmonious ceremonies may
With full and holy right, be miniftred,
No fweet afperfion fhall the heauens let fall
To make this contract grow ; but barraine hate,
Sower-ey'd difdaine, and difcord fhall beftrew
The vnion of your bed, with weedes fo loathly
That you fhall hate it both : Therefore take heede,
As Hymens Lamps fhall light you
Fer. As I hope.
For quiet dayes, faire Iffue, and long life,
With fuch loue, as 'tis now the murkieft den,
The moft opportune place, the ftrongft fuggeftion,
Our worfer Genius can, fhall neuer melt
Mine honor into luft, to take away
The edge of that dayes celebration,
When I fhall thinke, or Phoebus Steeds are founderd,
Or Night kept chain'd below
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ACT IV. SCENE I.
Cyprefs Trees and Cave.
Enter Profpero and Miranda,
pity in't, and has prevail'd.
Within this Cave he lies, and you may fee him
Prof p. XT' Our fuit has pity in't, and has prevail'd.
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Pro. Fairely fpoke ;
Sit then, and talke with her, fhe is thine owne ;
What Ariell; my induftrious feruat Ariel!. Enter ArielL
Ar. What would my potent mafter? here I am.
Pro. Thou, and thy meaner fellowes, your laft feruice
Did worthily performe : and I muft vfe you
In fuch another tricke : goe bring the rabble
(Ore whom I giue thee powre) here, to this place :
Incite them to quicke motion, for I muft
Beftow vpon the eyes of this yong couple
Some vanity of mine Art : it is my promife,
And they expect it from me.
Ar. Prefently ?
Pro. I : with a twinckle.
Ar. Before you can fay come, and goe,
And breathe twice ; and cry, fo, fo :
Each one tripping on his Toe,
Will be here with mop, and mowe.
Doe you loue me Mafter? no?
Pro. Dearely, my delicate Ariell : doe not approach
Till thou do'ft heare me call.
Ar. Well : I conceiue. Exit,
Pro. Looke thou be true : doe not giue dalliance
Too much the raigne : the ftrongeft oathes, are ftraw
To th'fire ith' blood : be more abftenious,
Or elfe good night your vow.
Fer. I warrant you, Sir,
The white cold virgin Snow, vpon my heart
Abates the ardour of my Liuier.
Now come my Ariell, bring a Corolary,
Rather then want a Spirit; appear, & pertly. Soft mufick.
No tongue : all eyes : be filent. Enter Iris,
Ir. Ceres, moft bounteous Lady, thy rich Leas
Of Wheate, Rye, Barley, Fetches, Oates and Peafe ;
Thy Turphie-Mountaines, where Hue nibling Sheepe,
And flat Medes thetched with Stouer, them to keepe:
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Thy bankes with pioned, and twilled brims
Which fpungie A prill, at thy heft betrims ;
To make cold Nymphes chaft crownes ; & thy broome-groues ;
Whofe fhadow the difmiffed Batchelor loues,
Being laffe-lorne : thy pole-lipt vineyard,
And thy Sea-marge ftirrile, and rockey-hard,
Where thou thy felfe do'ft ayre, the Queene o'th Skie,
Whofe watry Arch, and meffenger, am I.
Bids thee leaue thefe, & with her fouereigne grace, Iuno defcends.
Here on this graffe-plot, in this very place
To come, and fport : here Peacocks Aye amaine :
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertaine. Enter Ceres.
Cer. Haile, many-coloured Mleffenger, that nere
Do'ft difobey the wife of Iupiter :
Who, with thy faffron wings, vpon my flowres,
Diffufeft hony drops, refrefhing fhowres,
And with each end of thy blew bowe do'ft crowne
My boskie acres, and my vnfhrubd downe,
Rich fcraph to my proud earth : why hath thy Queene
Summond me hither, to this fhort gras'd Greene?
Ir. A contract of true Loue, to celebrate,
And fome donation freely to eftate
On the bles'd Louers.
Cer. Tell me heauenly Bowe,
If Venus or her Sonne, as thou do'ft know,
Doe now attend 'the Queene? fince they did plot
The meanes, that duskie Dis, my daughter got,
Her, and her blind-Boyes fcandald company,
I haue forfworne.
Ir. Of her focietie
Be not afraid : I met her deitie
Cutting the clouds towards Paphos: and her Son
Doue-drawn with her : here thought they to haue done
Some wanton charme, vpon this Man and Maide,
Whofe vowes are, that no bed-right fhall be paid
Till Hymens Torch be lighted : but in vaine,
Marfes hot Minion is returnd againe,
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Her wafpifh headed forme, has broke his arrowes,
Swears he will fhoote no more, but play with Sparrows,
And be a Boy right out.
Cer. Higheft Queene of State,
Great Iuno comes, I know her by her gate.
Iu. How do's my bounteous fifter? goe with me
To bleffe this twaine, that they may profperous be,
And honourd in their Iffue. They Sing.
Iu. Honor, riches, marriage, bleffing,
Long continuance, and encreafing,
Hourely ioyes, be ftill vpon you,
Iuno fings her bleffings on you.
Earths increafe, foyzon plentie,
Barnes, and Garners, neuer empty.
Vines, with cluftering bunches growing,
Plants, with goodly burthen bowing :
Spring come to you at the fartheft,
In the very end of Harueft.
Scarcity and want fhall fhun you,
Ceres bleffing fo is on you.
Fer. This is a moft maiefticke vifion, and
Harmonious charmingly : may I be bold
To thinke thefe fpirits ?
Pro. Spirits, which by mine Art
I haue from their confines call'd to enact
My prefent fancies.
Fer. Let me Hue here euer,
So rare a wondred Father, and a wife
Makes this place Paradife.
Pro. Sweet now, filence :
Iuno and Ceres whifper ferioufly,
There's fomething elfe to doe: hufh, and be mute
Or elfe our fpell is mar'd.
Iuno and Ceres whifper, and fend Iris on employment.
Iris. You Nimphs cald Nayades of y e windring brooks,
With your fedg'd crownes, and euer-harmeleffe lookes,
Leaue your crifpe channels, and on this greene-Land
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Anfwere your fummons, luno do's command.
Come temperate Nimphes, and helpe to celebrate
A Contract of true Loue : be not too late.
Enter Certaine Nimphs.
You Sun-burn'd Sicklemen of Auguft weary,
Come hether from the furrow, and be merry,
Make holly day : your Rye-ftraw hats put on,
And thefe frefh Nimphes encounter euery one
In Country footing.
Enter certaine Reapers (properly habited:) they ioyne with the Nimphes,
in a gracefull dance, towards the end whereof, Profpero ftarts fodainly
and fpeakes, after which to a ftrange hollow and confufed noyfe, they
Pro. I had forgot that foule confpiracy
Of the beaft Calliban, and his confederates
Again ft my life : the minute of their plot
Is almoft come : Well done, auoid : no more.
Per. This is ftrange: your fathers in fome paffion
That workes him ftrongly.
Mir. Neuer till this day
Saw I him touch'd with anger, fo diftemper'd.
Pro. You doe looke (my fon) in a mou'd fort,
As if you were difmaid : be cheerfull Sir,
Our Reuels now are ended : Thefe our aclors,
(As I foretold you) were all Spirits, and
Are melted into Ayre, into thin Ayre,
And like the bafeleffe fabricke of this vifion
The Clowd-capt Towres, the gorgeous Pallaces,
The folemne Temples, the great Globe it felfe,
Yea, all which it inherit, fhall diffolue,
And like this infubftantiall Pageant faded
Leaue not a racke behinde: we are fuch ftuffe
As dreames are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a fleepe : Sir, I am vext,
Beare with my weakneffe, my old braine is troubled:
Be not difturb'd with my infirmitie,
If you be pleas'd, retire into my Cell,
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And there repofe, a turne or two, He walke
To ftill my beating minde.
Per. Mir. We wifh your peace. Exit.
Pro. Come with a thought; I thank thee Ariell: come. Enter Ariell.
Ar. Thy thoughts I cleaue to, what's thy pleafure?
Pro. Spirit: We muft prepare to meet with Caliban.
Ar. I my Commander, when I prefented Ceres
I thought to haue told thee of it, but I fear'd
Leaft I might anger thee.
Pro. Say again, where didft thou leaue thefe varlots ?
Ar. I told you Sir, they were red-hot with drinking,
So full of valour, that they fmote the ayre
For breathing in their faces : beate the ground
For kif fing of their feete ; yet alwaies bending
Towards their proiecl;: then I beate my Tabor,
At which like vnback't colts they prickt their eares,
Aduanc'd their eye-lids, lifted vp their nofes
As they fmelt muficke, fo I charm'd their eares
That Calfe-like, they my lowing follow'd, through
Tooth'd briars, fharpe firzes, pricking goffe, & thorns,
Which entered their fraile fhins : at laft I left them
Fth' filthy mantled poole beyond your Cell,
There dancing vp to th'chins, that the fowle Lake
Ore-ftunck their feet.
Pro. This was well done (my bird)
Thy fhape inuifible retaine thou ftill:
The trumpery in my houfe, goe bring it hither
For ftale to catch thefe theeues. Ar. I go, I goe. Exit.
Pro. A Deuill, a borne-Deuill, on whofe nature
Nurture can neuer fticke : on whom my paines
Humanely taken, all, all loft, quite loft,
And, as with age, his body ouglier growes,
So his minde cankers: I will plague them all,
Euen to roaring: Come, hang on them this line.
Enter Ariell, loaden with gliftering apparell, &c. Enter
Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.
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Cal. Pray you tread foftly, that the blinde Mole may not heare a foot
fall : we now are neere his Cell.
St. Monfter, your Fairy, w e you fay is a harmles Fairy.
Has done little better then plaid the Iacke with vs.
Trin. Monfter, I do fmell all horfe-piffe, at which
My nofe is in great indignation.
Ste. So is mine. Do you heare Monfter: If I fhould
Take a difpleafure againft you: Looke you.
Trin. Thou weret but a loft Monfter.
Cal. Good my Lord, giue me thy fauour ftill,
Be patient, for the prize He bring thee too
Shall hudwinke this mifchance : therefore fpeake foftly,
All's hufht as midnight yet.
Trin. I, but to loofe our bottles in the Poole.
Ste. There is not onely difgrace and difhonor in that
Monfter, but an infinite loffe.
Tr. That's more to me then my wetting:
Yet this is your harmleffe Fairy, Monfter.
Ste. I will fetch off my bottle,
Though I be o're eares for my labour.
Cal. Pre-thee (my King) be quiet. See ft thou heere
This is the mouth o'th Cell : no noife, and enter :
Do that good mifcheefe, which may make this Ifland
Thine owne for euer, and I thy Caliban
For aye thy foot-licker.
Ste. Giue me thy hand,
I do begin to haue bloody thoughts.
Trin. O King Stephano, O Peere: O worthy Stephano,
Looke what a wardrobe heere is for thee.
Cal. Let it alone thou foole, it is but trafh.
Tri. Oh, ho, Monfter: wee know what belongs to a frippery, O King
Ste. Put off that gowne (Trinculo) by this hand He haue that gowne.
Tri. Thy grace fhall haue it.
Cal. The dropfie drowne this foole, what doe you meane
To doate thus on fuch luggage? let's alone
And doe the murther firft: if he awake,
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From toe to crowne hee'l fill our skins with pinches,
Make vs ftrange ftuffe.
Ste. Be you quiet (Monfter) Miftris line, is not this my Ierkin? now
is the Ierkin vnder the line : now Ierkin you are like to lofe your haire, &
proue a bald Ierkin.
Trin. Doe, doe; we fteale by lyne and leuell, and't like your grace.
Ste. I thank thee for that ieft; heer's a garment for't:
Wit fhall not goe vn-rewarded while I am King of this Country : Steale
by line and leuell, is an excellent paffe of pate : there's another garment
Tri. Monfter, come put fome Lime vpon your ringers, and away with
Col. I will haue none on't : we fhall loofe our time,
And all be turn'd to Barnacles, or to Apes
With foreheads villanous low.
Ste. Monfter, lay to your fingers : helpe to beare this away, where my
hogfhead of wine is, or He turne you out of my kingdome : goe to, carry
Tri. And this.
Ste. I, and this.
A noyfe of Hunters heard. Enter diuers Spirits in fhape of Dogs and
Hounds, hunting them about : Profpero and Ariel fetting them on.
Pro. Hey Mountaine, hey.
Ark Siluers there it goes, Siluer.
Pro. Fury, Fury : there Tyrant, there : harke, harke.
Goe, charge my Goblins that they grinde their ioynts
With dry Convultions, fhorten vp their finewes
With aged Cramps, & more pinch-fpotted make them,
Then Pard, or Cat o'Mountaine.
Art. Harke, they rore.
Pro. Let them be hunted foundly : At this houre
Lies at my mercy all mine enemies :
Shortly fhall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt haue the ayre at freedome : for a little
Follow, and doe me feruice. Exeunt.
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But yet take heed; let Prudence be your Guide;
You muft not ftay, your vifit muft be fhort. [She's going.
One thing I had forgot; infinuate into his mind
A kindnefs to that Youth, whom firft you faw;
I would have friendfhip grow betwixt 'em.
Mir. You fhall be obey'd in all things.
Prof p. Be earneft to unite their very fouls.
Mir. I fhall endeavour it.
Prof p. This may fecure Hippolyto from that dark danger which my Art
forebodes ; for friendship does provide a double ftrength t' oppofe the af faults
of fortune. [Exit Profpero.
Ferd. To be a Pris'ner where I dearly love, is but a double tye, a Link of
Fortune joyn'd to the Chain of Love ; but not to fee her, and yet to be fo
near her, there's the hardfhip : I feel my felf as on a Rack, ftretch'd out, and
nigh the ground, on which I might have eafe, yet cannot reach it.
Mir. Sir ! my Lord ! where are you ?
Ferd. It it your voice, my Love ? or do I dream ?
Mir. Speak foftly, it is I.
Ferd. O heavenly Creature ! ten times more gentle than your Father's
cruel, how, on a fudden, all my griefs are vanifh'd !
Mir. How do you bear your prifon ?
Ferd. 'Tis my palace while you are here, and love and filence wait upon
our wifhes ; do but think we chufe it, and 'tis what we would chufe.
Mir. I'm fure what I would.
But how can I be certain that you love me?
Look to't; for I will die when you are falfe.
I've heard my Father tell of Maids who dy'd
And haunted their falfe Lovers with their Ghofts.
Ferd. Your Ghoft muft take another form to fright me,
This fhape will be too pleafing: do I love you?
O Heaven! O Earth! bear witnefs to this found,
If I prove falfe
Mir. Oh hold, you fhall not fwear ;
For Heav'n will hate you if you prove forfworn.
Ferd- Did I not 5ove, I could no more endure this undeferv'd captivity,
than I could wifh to gain my freedom with the lofs of you.
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Mir. I am a fool to weep at what I'm glad of : but I have a fuit to you,
and that, Sir, fhall be now the onely trial of your love.
Ferd. Y'ave faid enough, never to be deny'd, were it my life ; for you
have far o'rbid the price of all that humane life is worth.
Mir. Sir, 'tis to love one for my fake, who for his own deferves all the
refpecl which you can ever pay him.
Ferd. You mean your Father : do not think his ufage can make me hate
him; when he gave you being, he then did that which cancell'd all thefe
Mir. I meant not him, for that was a requeft, which if you love, I fhould
not need to urge.
Ferd. Is there another whom I ought to love ?
And love him for your fake ?
Mir. Yes fuch a one, who, for, his fweetnefs and his goodly fhape, (if I
who am unskill'd in forms, may judge) I think can fcarce be equall'd: 'Tis a
Youth, a Stranger too as you are.
Ferd. Of fuch a gracefull feature, and muft I for your fake love?
Mir. Yes, Sir, do you fcruple to grant the firft requeft I ever made ? he's
wholly unacquainted with the world, and wants your converfation. You
fhould have compaf fion on fo meer a ftranger.
Ferd- Those need compaffion whom you difcommend, not whom you
Mir. Come, you muft love him for my fake : you fhall.
Ferd. Must I for yours, and cannot for my own ?
Either you do not love, or think that I do not:
But when you bid me love him I muft hate him.
Mir. Have I fo far offended you already,
That he offends you onely for my fake?
Yet fure you would not hate him, if you faw
Him as I have done, of full of youth and beauty.
Ferd. O poifon to my hopes ! [Aside.
When he did vifit me, and I did mention this
Beauteous Creature to him, he did then tell me
He would have her.
Mir. Alas, what mean you?
Ferd. It is too plain : like moft of her frail Sex, fhe's falfe,
But has not learn't the art to hide it;
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Nature has done her Part, fhe loves variety;
Why did I think that any Woman could be innocent,
Becaufe fhe's young; No, no, their Nurfes teach them
Change, when with two Nipples they divide their
Mir. I fear I have offended you, and yet I meant no harm ;
But if you pleafe to hear me [A noise within.
Heark, Sir! now I am fure my Father comes, I know
His fteps; dear Love, retire a while, I fear
I've ftaid too long.
Ferd. Too (long indeed and yet not long enough: Oh jealofie!
Oh Love! how you diftracl me? [Exit Ferdinand.
Mir. He appears difpleas'd with that young men, I know
Not why; but, till I find from whence his hate proceeds,
I muft conceal it from my Father's knowledge,
For he will think that guiltlefs I have caus'd it;
And fuffer me no more to fee my Love. [Enter Profpero.
Prof p. Now I have been indulgent to your wifh,
You have feen the Prifoner.
Prof p. And he fpake to you ?
Mir. He fpoke ; but he receiv'd fhort answers from me.
Prof p. How like you his converfe ?
Mir. At fecond fight
A man does not appear fo rare a Creature.
Prof p. aside. I find fhe loves him much becaufe fhfe hides it.
Love teaches cunning even to innocence. Well go in.
Mir. aside. Forgive me, truth, for thus difguifing thee; if I can make
him think I do not love the ftranger much, he'l let me fee him oftner.
Prof p. Stay ! ftay I had forgot to ask her what fhe has said
Of young Hippolyto; Oh ! here he comes ! and with him
My Dorinda. I'l not be feen, let [Ent. Hippolyto and Dorinda.
Their loves grow in fecret. [Exit Profpero.
Hip. But why are you fo fad ?
Dor. But why are you fo joyfull ?
Hip. I have within me all, all the various Mufick of
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The Woods : Since laft I faw you, I have heard brave news !
I'l tell you, and make you joyful for me.
Dor. Sir, when I faw you firft, I through my eyes, drew
Something in, I know not what it is ;
But ftill it entertains me with fuch thoughts,
As makes me doubtful whether joy becomes me.
Hip. Pray believe me ;
As I'm a man, I'll tell you bleffed news,
I have heard there are more Women in the World,
As fair as you are too.
Dor. Is this your news ? you fee it moves not me.
Hip. And I'll have 'em all.
Dor. What will become of me then ?
Hip. I'll have you too.
But are not you acquainted with thefe Women?
Dor. I never faw but one.
Hip. Is there but one here?
This is a bafe poor world, I'll go to th' other;
I've heard men have abundance of 'em there.
But pray where is that one Woman?
Dor. Who, my Sifter?
Hip. Is fhe your Sifter? I'm glad o' that: you fhall help me to her, and
I'l love you for 't. [Offers to take her hand.
Dor- Away ! I will not have you touch my hand.
My Father's counfel which enjoyn'd refervednefs, [A fide.
Was not in vain, I fee.
Hip. What makes you fhun me ?
Dor. You need not care, you'l have my Sifter's hand.
Hip. Why, muft not he who touches hers, touch yours ?
Dor. You mean to love her too.
Hip. Do not you love her ?
Then why f hould not I do fo ?
Dor. She is my Sifter, and therefore I muft love her :
But you cannot love both of us.
Hip. I warrant you I can.
Oh that you had more Sifters !
Dor. You may love her, but then I'l not love you.
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Hip. O but you muft ;
One is enough for you, but not for me.
Dor. My Sifter told me fhe had feen another ;
A man like you, and fhe lik'd onely him;
Therefore if one muft be enough for her,
He is that one, and then you cannot have her.
Hip. If fhe like him fhe may like both of us.
Dor. But how if I fhould change and like that man ?
Would you be willing to permit that change?
Hip. No, for you ilik'd me firft.
Dor. So you did me.
Hip. But I would never have you fee that man ;
I cannot bear it.
Dor. I'l fee neither of you.
Hip. Yes, me you may, for we are now acquainted ;
But he's the man of whom your Father warn'd you :
O ! he's a terrible, huge, monftrous creature,
I am but a Woman to him.
Dor. I will fee him.
Except you'l promife not to fee my Sifter.
Hip. Yes, for your fake I muft needs fee your Sifter.
Dor. But fhe's a terrible, huge creature too; if I were not Her Sifter,
fhe would eat me ; therefore take heed.
Hip. I heard that fhe was fair, and like you,
Dor. No, indeed, fhe's like my Father, with a great Beard,
'Twould fright you to look on her,
Therefore that man and fhe may go together,
They are fit for nobody, but one another.