CALIBAN [_aside_] O Setebos, ’tis she, Damn’d Prospero’s daughter.--Mistress, if it be Thou’rt come to rule the isle I’ll serve thee well, And Prospero be absent. Him I fear As I do dread the awesome thunderstone. FERDINAND. Lo! here come other of his company. [TRINCULO _and_ STEPHANO _approach_. TRINCULO. Behold us, gentles, two as unhappy wights as ever ’scaped a hanging, or death by attorney. STEPHANO. He speaks very true, as ’t were, now and then, and we two honest men from Naples be now in most wretched case--slaves to the man-monster, Caliban. _Thunder heard._ CALIBAN, STEPHANO _and_ TRINCULO _disperse by several ways and_ FERDINAND _and_ MIRANDA _retire to a cave near by_. SCENE IV. _Another part of the same._ [_Enter_ PROSPERO. PROSPERO. My charms yet hold, though long disus’d, for I Pitying Miranda’s melancholy plight By magic of mine art have hither brought Duke Ferdinand and her that so the twain Belov’d may live their first joys o’er again. Here shall they speed the time a full month’s space, In such wise as they list, and then, at whiles, Will I for their beguilement cause to pass Before their eyes, when they shall sit at ease, Weary of wandering o’er the mazy isle, Figures of men and women, such, forsooth, As Master Shakescene writ of in his plays. These in their habit as they liv’d in those Same plays I’ll re-create for their delight, Peopling a mimic world with mimic folk, And making so this desert populous. [_Exit._ SCENE V. _Another part of the same._ _A grassy space shaded by palms, before a cave at whose entrance_ FERDINAND _and_ MIRANDA _are discovered playing chess_. MIRANDA. O Ferdinand, the play was mine. FERDINAND. I thought ’Twas mine, but it shall e’en be as you will; I’ll take it back. MIRANDA. Indeed, you should not, prince, For whatso’er you do it seemeth right To me, and now I see I did mistake. Good sooth, I will not have it back. I say, I will not have it back--but what are these Tending their steps this way? a halting pair. [_Enter_ NURSE _and_ PETER. NURSE. Peter! PETER. Anon. NURSE. Take my cloak, Peter. Truly the sun’s heat hath made me all of a quiver, as they say. Marry I would e’en taste a little food before I go a step more. I’ll warrant you we are many a mile from Verona by this. PETER. A good mile, I take it, for I was never in this place before that I wot of. NURSE. Say’st thou so, Peter?