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Show 254 The Temfeft : Or, Ferd. As foon thou may'ft divide the Waters W h e n thou ftrik'ft 'em, which purfue thy bootlefs blow. And meet when'tis paft. Pro/&. Go practife your Philofophy within, And if vou are the fame you fpeak your felf, Bear your afflictions like a Prince--That Door Shews you your Lodging. p . Ferd.'Tis in vain to ftrive, I muft obey. [£** Ferd. Profp. This goes as I would wifh it. N o w "for m y fecond care, Hippolito. I fhall not need to chide him for his fault, His Paffion is become his punifhment. Come forth, Hippolito. i^nter Hippolito. Hip. entring. 'Tis Profpero's Voice. Profp. Hippolito! I know you now expect I fhould feverely chide you: you have feen a W o m a n in contempt of m y Commands. Hip. But, Sir, you fee lam come off unharm'd; I told you, that you need not doubt m y Courage. Profp. You think you have receiv'd no hurt. Hip. N o , none Sir. Try me again, when e'er you pleafe I'm ready : I think I cannot fear an Army of'em. Profp. H o w much in vain it is to bridle Nature ! [Afidt. Well! what was the fuccefs of your Encounter ? Hip. Sir, w e had none, w e yielded both at firft, For I took her to mercy, and fhe me. Profp. But are you not much chang'd from what you were ? Hip. Methinks I wifh and wifh! for what I know not, But ftill I wifh yet if I had that W o m a n , She, I believe, could tell m e what I wifh for. Profp. What wou'd you do to make that W o m a n yours ? Hip. I'd quit the reft o' th' World that I might live alone with Her, fhe never fhould be from me. W e two would fit and look till our Eyes ak'd. Profp. You'd foon be weary other. Hip. O, Sir, never. Profp. But you'l grow old and wrinckl'd, as you fee m e now, And then you will not care for her. Hip. You may do what you pleafe, but^ Sir, w e two can Never poffibly grow old. Profp. You muft, Hippolito. Hip. Whether w e will or no, Sir, w h o fhall make us ? Profp. Nature, which made m e fo. Hip. But you have told m e her works are various; She made you old, but fhe has made us young. Profp. Time will convince you, Mean while be fure you tread in honours paths, That you may merit her, and that you may not want Fit occafions to employ your Virtue, in this next Cave there is a Stranger lodg'd, one of your kind, Young, of a noble prefence, and as he fays himfelf, Of Princely Birth, he is m y Pris'ner and in deep Affliction, vifit, and comfort him; it will become you. P^tTmyKUry,Srir- «r [E** Hippolito. of K?fc I 'T e aS,fecn a W o m a n' Vet he lives> PerhaPs I took the moment buildMv » amifS' J 7 h a f \ m y A r V C felf is falfe: °" what ftra"ge g r o u n oW meet us. *** ^ **"* Uk * aU a M f t > and in the d a r k> ou"r ^rtuncs If Fate be not, then what can w e forefee, Or how can we avoid it, if it be ? It by Free-will in our own paths w e move, How, are we bounded by Decrees above ? IWfheUtlhteirS woeu rdsr,ivief, gooro wdhtethheeara w0ef Haerea ^dr iven*, [£*,S, CPrEofNpeEro,. The Enchanted ljland. 2 5 £ S C E N E , i Cave. Enter Hippolito and Ferdinand. Ferd. Your pity, noble Youth, doth much oblige me, Indeed 'twas fad to lofe a Father fo. Hip. I, and an only Father t<jo, for fure you faid You had but one. Ferd. But one Father! he's wondrous fimple! \A}tae. Hip. Are fuch misfortunes frequent in your World, Where many Men live ? Ferd. Such w e are born to. But gentle Youth, as you have queftion'd me, So give m e leave to ask you, what you are? Hip. D o not you know ? Ferd. H o w fhould I ? Hip. I well hop'd I was a Man, but by your ignorance Of what I am, I fear it is not fo : Well, Profpero! this is now the fecond time You have deceiv'd me. Ferd. Sir, there is no doubt you are a M a n : But I would know of whence? Hip. W h y , of this World, I never was in yours. Ferd. Have vou a Father? . H m I was told I had one, and that he was a Man, yet I have been fo much deceived, I dare not tell't you for a truth j but I have ftill been kept a Prifoner ^Ferd. ThT/Xd are dangerous , for fince I came I have beheld one here, whofe Beautv piere'd m y heart. Hip. H o w did fhe pierce ? you feem not hurt. Ferd. Alas! the wound was made by her bright byes, And fetters by her abfence. truly. Sir, are you not grown unquiet fince you faw her . Ferd. I take no reft. Hip. Juft, juft m y Difeafe. D o you not wifh you do not know for what ? Ferd. O no! I know too well for what I with. Htp.' There, I confefs, I differ from you, Sir : But you defire fhe may be always with you ? Ferd. I can have no felicity without her. Hip. Juft m y condition! alas, gentle Sir, I'll pity you, and you fhall pity me. Ferd. I love fo much, that if I have her not, I find I cannot live. Hip. H o w ! do you love her ? And would you have her too ? that muft not be : For none but I muft have her. Ferd. But perhaps, w e do not love the tame: All Beauties are not pleafing alike to all. Hip W h y are there more fair W o m e n , Sir, Bti Tha?^ ftraCnge queftion. There are many more befides that Beauty W]lt TwHlhave all of that kind, if there be a hundred of 'em. Ferd. But noble Youth, you know not what you fey. Htp. Sir, they are things I love, I cannoc be without em. O how I reioyce ! more W o m e n! 'Ferd. Sir, if you love you muft be ty'd to one. Hftn Ty'd ! how ty'd to her ? Ferd. T o love none but her. HiP But, Sir, I find it is againft m y Nature. I mutt' love where I like, and 1 believe I may like all, ^ |