_Gonz._ Yes, and shall call you lord. _Hip._ Why, then, I'll live no longer in a prison, But have a whole cave to myself hereafter. _Prosp._ And, that your happiness may be complete, I give you my Dorinda for your wife: She shall be yours for ever, when the priest Has made you one. _Hip._ How can he make us one? Shall I grow to her? _Prosp._ By saying holy words, you shall be joined In marriage to each other. _Dor._ I warrant you, those holy words are charms: My father means to conjure us together. _Prosp._ My Ariel told me, when last night you quarrelled, [_To his daughters._ You said you would for ever part your beds. But what you threatened in your anger, heaven Has turned to prophecy; For you, Miranda, must with Ferdinand, And you, Dorinda, with Hippolito, Lie in one bed hereafter. _Alon._ And heaven make Those beds still fruitful in producing children, To bless their parents' youth, and grandsires' age. _Mir._ to _Dor._ If children come by lying in a bed, I wonder you and I had none between us. _Dor._ Sister, it was our fault; we meant, like fools, To look 'em in the fields, and they, it seems, Are only found in beds. _Hip._ I am o'er-joyed, That I shall have Dorinda in a bed; We'll lie all night and day together there, And never rise again. _Ferd._ [_Aside to him_.] Hippolito! You yet Are ignorant of your great happiness; But there is something, which, for your own and fair Dorinda's sake, I must instruct you in. _Hip._ Pray teach me quickly, How men and women, in your world, make love; I shall soon learn, I warrant you. _Enter_ ARIEL, _driving in_ STEPHANO, TRINCALO, MUSTACHO, VENTOSO, CALIBAN _and_ SYCORAX. _Prosp._ Why that's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss thee, But yet thou shalt have freedom. _Gonz._ O look, sir, look! The master and the sailors-- The boatswain too--my prophecy is out, That if a gallows were on land, that man Could ne'er be drowned. _Alon._ Now, blasphemy; what, not one oath ashore! Hast thou no mouth by land? Why starest thou so? [_To_ TRINCALO. _Trinc._ What! more dukes yet? I must resign my dukedom; But 'tis no matter, I was almost starved in't. _Must._ Here's nothing but wild sallads, without oil, or vinegar. _Steph._ The duke and prince alive! Would I had now Our gallant ship again, and were her master: I'd willingly give all my island for her. _Vent._ And I my viceroyship. _Trinc._ I shall need no hangman; for I shall even hang myself, now my friend Butt has shed his last drop of life. Poor Butt is quite departed. _Anto._ They talk like madmen. _Prosp._ No matter, time will bring 'em to themselves, And now their wine is gone, they will not quarrel. Your ship is safe and tight, and bravely rigged, As when you first set sail. _Alon._ This news is wonderful.