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Show 242 The Tempeft: Or, And now the danger's nigh: Hippolito! [Enter Hippolito. Hip. Sir, I attend your pleafure. Profp. H o w I have lov'd thee from thy infancy, I feav'n knows, and thou thy felf canft bear me witnefs, Therefore accufe not m e for thy reftraint. Hip. Since I knew life, you've kept me in a Rock, And you this day have hurry'd me from thence, Onlv to change m y Prifon, not to free me. I murmur not, but I may wonder at it. Profp. O gentle Youth, Fate waits for thee abroad, A black Star threatens thee, and Death unfeen Stands ready to devour thee. Hip. You taught me not to fear him in any of his fhapes: Let me meet Death rather than be a Prifoner. Profp. 'Tis pity he fhould feize thy tender Youth. Hip. Sir, I have often heard you fay, no Creature liv'd Within this Ifle, but thofe which M a n was Lord of, W h y then fhould I fear ? Profp. But here are Creatures which I nam'd not to thee, W h o fhare Man's Sovereignty by Natures Laws, And oft depofe him from it. Hip. What are thofe Creatures, Sir ? Profp. Thofe dangerous Enemies of M e n call'd W o m e n . Hip. W o m e n ! I never heard of them before. But have I Enemies within this Ifle, and do you Keep me from them ? D o you think that I want Courage to encounter them ? Profp. N o Courage can refift'em. Hip. H o w then have you, Sir, Liv'd fo long unharm'd among them ? Profp. 0 they defpife Old Age, and fpare it for that reafon : It is below their Conqueft, their Fury falls Alone upon the Young. Hip. W h y then the Fury of the Young fhall fall on them again. Pray turn me loofe upon 'em : But, good Sir, What are W o m e n like? Profp. Imagine fomething between Young M e n and Angels : Fatally Beauteous, and have Killing Eyes; Their Voices Charm beyond the Nightingales ; They are all Enchantment; thofe who once behold 'em Are made their Slaves for ever. ' Hip. Then I will wink and Fight with'em. Profp. 'Tis but in vain, for when your Eyes are fhut. They through the Lids will fhine, and Pierce your Soul • Abfent. they will be prefent to you. They'll haunt you in your very Sleep. Hip Then I'll revenge it on them when I Wake. * You are" without all poffibility of revenge; ~ beautiful that you can ne'er attempt; ' lurt them. ey fo Beautiful ? Sleep is not fo foft, not Winter Suns, hades fo pleafant. ey be Fairer than the Plumes of Swans ? itful than the Peacocks Feathers ? >fs upon the Necks of Doves? 'anous Beautv than the Rain-Bow ? *n, and without danger wondered at. efe are far below'em: Nature made oman Dangerous and Fair : 1 fhould chance to fee'em, ght, I charge you. fince you fay they are fo Dangerous, nasi may with fafety of the ^nblemifh'd The Enchanted ljland. 24.2 Unblemifh'd txonour wliich you taught me. But let 'em ni -jjrrovoke mej for I'm fure I fhall Not then forbear them. Profp. Go in and read the Book I gave you laft. T o Morrow I may bring you better News. Hip. I fhall obey you, Sir. r/7 • XJ. .. Profp. So, fo ; I hope this Leffon has fecur'd him, L Hippolito. For I have been conftrain'd to change his Lodging From yonder Rock where firft I bred him up, And here have brought him home to m y own Cell Becaufe theShipwrack happen'd near his Manfion. I hope he will not ftir beyond his Limits, For hitherto he has been all Obedience: The Planets feem to fmile on m y defigns, And yet there is one fullen Cloud behind, Iwoulditweredifperft tfnter Miranda and Dorinda. H o w , m y Daughters! I thought I had inftructed T h e m enough : Children ! Retire ; W h y do you walk this way ? Mir. It is within our Bounds, Sir. Profp. But both take heed, that Path is very dangerous. Remember what I told you. Dor. Is the M a n that way, Sir ? Profp. All that you can imagine ill is there: The Curled Lyon, and the Rugged Bear Are not fo dreadful as that Man. Mir. Oh me, why ftay w e here then ? Dor. I'll keep far enough from his Den, I warrant him. Mir. But you have told me, Sir, you are a Man, And yet you are not Dreadful. Profp. I Child / But I a m a tame M a n : Old M e n are tame By Nature, but all the Danger lies in a Wild Young Man. Dor. D o they run Wild about the Woods ? Profp. N o , they are Wild within Doors, in Chambers, And in Clofets. Dor. But Father, I would ftroak 'em, and make 'em gentle, Then fure they would not hurt me. Profp. You muft not truft them, Child : N o W o m a n can come Near 'em but fhe feels a Pain full nine Months : Well I muft in, for new Affairs require m y Prefence: Be you, Miranda, your Sifter's Guardian. [Exit Profpero. Dor. Come, Sifter, fhall w e walk the other way, The M a n will catch us elfe, w e have but two Legs, And he perhaps has four. Mir. Well, Sifter, though he have, yet look about you And w e fhall fpy him 'ere he comes too near us. Dor. C o m e back, that way is towards his Den. Mir. Let m e alone: I'll venture firft, for fure he can Devour but one of us at once. Dor. H o w dare you venture ? Mir. We'll find him fitting like a Hare in's Form, And he fliall not fee us. Dor. I, but you know m y Father charg'd us both. Mir. But w h o fhall tell him on't ? We'll keep each Others Counfel. Dor. I dare not for the World. Mir. But how fhall w e hereafter fhun him, if w e do not Know him firft ? Dor. Nay, I confefs, I would fain fee him too. I find it in m y Nature, becaufe m y Father has forbidden me. Mir. I, there's it, Sifter, if he had faid nothing I had been quiet. Go foftly, and if you fee him firft, be quick and becken m e away. ' Dor. Well if he does catch me, I'll Humble m y felf to him, And |