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Show 270 The Tempeft : Or, Profp. My Ariel, follow me. [Exeu nt fever ally. Hippolito Jifimrti m . Comk, Dorinda «,*>». SMWo^Sf^rcanfounotdrawme nearer T°^C My'L-, ""t0 "*? D* *-» * ** "*» " 'fc •*** I thought you never would have walk'd agen, They told m c you were gone away to Heaven; Have you been there ? Hip. I know not where I was. Dor. I will not leave you till you promife m e you Will not Die agen. Hip. Indeed I will not. Dor. You muft not go to Heav'n unlets w e go together; For I've heard m y Father fay that w e muft ftnve T o be each others Guide, the way to it will elfe Be difficult, efpecially to thofe who are fo Young. But I much wonder what it is to Die. Hip. Sure 'tis to Dream, a kind of Breathlefs Sleep When once the Soul's gone out. Dor. What is the Soul ? Htp. A fmall blew thing that runs about within us. Dor. Then I have feen it in a Frofty Morning run Smoaking from m y Mouth. Hip. But if m y Soul had gone, it fhould have walk d upon A Cloud juft over you, and peep'd, and thence I would have Call'd you. Dor. But I fhould not nave heard you, tis fo far. Hip. W h y then I would have Rain'd and Snow'd upon you, And thrown down Hail-Stones gently till I hit you, And make you look at leaft. But Dear Dorinda What is become of him who Fought with me? Dor. 0, lean tell you joyful news of him, M y Father means to make him Die to day, For what he did to you. Htp That muft not be, m y dear Dorinda; go and beg your Father he may not Die, it was m y fault he hurt me, I urg'd him to it firft. Dor. But if he Live, he'll never leave Killing you. Hip. Ono! I juft remember when Ifellafleep, I heard Him calling m e a great way off, and Crying over m e as You wou'd do, befides w e have no caufe of quarrel now. Dor. Pray how began your Difference firft? Hip. I fought with him for all the W o m e n in the World. Dor. That Hurt you had was juftly fent from Heaven, For wifhing to have any more but me. Hip. Indeed I think it was, but 1 repent it, the fault Was only in m y Blood, for now 'tis gone, I find I do not Love fo many. Dor. m Dor. In confidence of this, I'll beg m y Father, that he May Live, I'm glad the naughty Blood, that made You Love fomany, is gone out. Htp. M y Dear, go quickly, leaft you come too late. Enter Miranda at the other Door, with HippbUto'i Hip. Who's this who looks fo Fair and Beautiful, as Nothing but Dorinda can furpafs her ? 0! I believe it is that Angel, Woman, W h o m fhe calls Sifter Mir. Sir, I am fent hither to drefs your Wound H o w do you find your Strength ? Hp. Fair Creature, I am Faint with lofsof Bloud. Mir. I'm fori y for't. QI Ht Ina eed f° am T' for lf l had that Bloud, I then Should find a great Delight in 1 c Sword wrafd up. [Exit Dor. Mir. The Enchanted ljland. Aht'adv toUmy Sifter."1 anothc^ a»d your love is given hJrn Acannot bc ''•'conftant, nor fhou'd you. >• U m y wound pains me. Mir. I.nmcometoeafeypu. r e/ Hip. Alas! I fed thecofi Aircometome l^enwraps the Sword. M y wound fhoots worfe than ever ' r« • Mir. Does it ftill grieve you? ' \-She wipes and anoints the Sword. Ferd to Dor M,/^r T llCrdinand/W Dorinda " th^ ferd. to Dor. Madam, I muft confefs m y life is vours I owe it to youi generality. Y V ' Dor. I am o'rejoy'd my Father lets you live and croud Ml gH°od $""\*&° Save >'our ^ to'mef ? Mir. H o w ? gave his life to her ! ' ToS generafity "* "* ** *> ^ he faid he ™'d * ^Solkin^X^rrSifter-h^^? CrSllftofadee areIC°me Ufe' ^ ' haVemet thc nZ' Sft dear ?°rfda with an°ther man ? Dor Sifter what bus'nefs have you here? Mir. You fee I drefs Hippolito. Dor. V are very charitable to a Stranger. FoffManwho110' mUrh bdlind in Charit^ t0 bcg a ^On 1 or a Man, whom you fcarce ever law before. Rathe;helS'ardlfty°UrSl,rSery alone> fo^ had Mr 1 5 d n } ^ tJ;an You ^ould cure his wound. H ; r , , A , n d I ^ Ferdinand had dy'd before He ow'd his Life to your entreaty. Keenvnnr^' f ^ J J " gkd you are fo well recover'd, you Keep } our humour ftill ro have all Women. ' * Your new T V ' i8""' >'°u e x c ePc one of the number, Y °ur new Love there, Dorinda. If T ™ £Herdi"*"d! can you become inconftant? « I muft lofe you, I had rather death fhould take X on trom me than you take your felf. Th.rA A,nd lf ! might have chofe> l w°uld have wifh'd That death from Profpero, and not this from you. Dor. i, now I find w hy I was fent away. W f / n m i S h t h a v c my Sifters company. i-iip. Dormda, kill m e not with your unkindnefs, • I his is too much, firft to be falfe your felf, And then accufe m e tox I fhMM JJe «n •pcufe'-owh otfier, and eaoh one denies their guilt, I fhould be glad it were a mutual errour. B ' M i therc;fo/e firft fo clear m y felf from fault, ma am; I beg your pardon, while I fay I only love 1 our Sifter. ' } r. ~ . , , Mr. O bleft Word! I> Dorinda. I'm fure I love no man but Ferdinand. Dor. Nor I, Heav'n knows, but m y Hippolito. Mip 1 never knew I lov'd fo much, before I fear'd uortnda s comtincy; but now I am convine'd that 1 lov d none but her, becaufe none elfe can Kecompence her lofs. Ferd. 'Twas happy then you had this little tryal. But how w e all fo much miftook, I know not. "". I have only this to fay in m y defence: m y Father fent M m M* |