_Dor._ From yonder rock, As I my eyes cast down upon the seas, The whistling winds blew rudely on my face, And the waves roared; at first, I thought the war Had been between themselves, but straight I spied A huge great creature. _Mir._ O, you mean the ship? _Dor._ Is't not a creature then?--It seemed alive. _Mir._ But what of it? _Dor._ This floating ram did bear his horns above, All tied with ribbands, ruffling in the wind: Sometimes he nodded down his head a-while, And then the waves did heave him to the moon, He clambering to the top of all the billows; And then again he curtsied down so low, I could not see him: Till at last, all side-long, With a great crack, his belly burst in pieces. _Mir._ There all had perished, Had not my father's magic art relieved them.-- But, sister, I have stranger news to tell you: In this great creature there were other creatures; And shortly we may chance to see that thing, Which you have heard my father call a man. _Dor._ But, what is that? For yet he never told me. _Mir._ I know no more than you:--But I have heard My father say, we women were made for him. _Dor._ What, that he should eat us, sister? _Mir._ No sure; you see my father is a man, and yet He does us good. I would he were not old. _Dor._ Methinks, indeed, it would be finer, if We two had two young fathers. _Mir._ No, sister, no: If they were young, my father Said, we must call them brothers. _Dor._ But, pray, how does it come, that we two are Not brothers then, and have not beards like him? _Mir._ Now I confess you pose me. _Dor._ How did he come to be our father too? _Mir._ I think he found us when we both were little, And grew within the ground. _Dor._ Why could he not find more of us? Pray, sister, Let you and I look up and down one day, To find some little ones for us to play with. _Mir._ Agreed; but now we must go in. This is The hour wherein my father's charm will work, Which seizes all who are in open air: The effect of this great art I long to see, Which will perform as much as magic can. _Dor._ And I, methinks, more long to see a man. [_Exeunt._ ACT II. SCENE I. _The scene changes to the wilder part of the Island. It is composed of divers sorts of trees and barren places, with a prospect of the sea at a great distance._ _Enter_ STEPHANO, MUSTACHO, _and_ VENTOSO. _Vent._ The runlet of brandy was a loving runlet, and floated after us out of pure pity. _Must._ This kind bottle, like an old acquaintance, swam after it. And this scollop-shell is all our plate now. _Vent._ 'Tis well we have found something since we landed. I pr'ythee fill a sup, and let it go round.-- Where hast thou laid the runlet? _Must._ In the hollow of an old tree.