_Hip._ I hope not so! for, when two poisonous creatures, Both of the same kind, meet, yet neither dies. I've seen two serpents harmless to each other, Though they have twined into a mutual knot: If we have any venom in us, sure, we cannot be More poisonous, when we meet, than serpents are. You have a hand like mine--may I not gently touch it? [_Takes her hand._ _Dor._ I've touched my father's and my sister's hands, And felt no pain; but now, alas! there's something, When I touch yours, which makes me sigh: Just so I've seen two turtles mourning when they met: Yet mine's a pleasing grief; and so, methought, Was theirs: For still they mourned, and still they seemed To murmur too, and yet they often met. _Hip._ Oh heavens! I have the same sense too: your hand, Methinks, goes through me; I feel it at my heart, And find it pleases, though it pains me. _Prosp._ [_within_.] Dorinda! _Dor._ My father calls again; ah, I must leave you. _Hip._ Alas, I'm subject to the same command. _Dor._ This is my first offence against my father, Which he, by severing us, too cruelly does punish. _Hip._ And this is my first trespass too: But he Hath more offended truth, than we have him: He said our meeting would destructive be, But I no death, but in our parting, see. [_Exeunt severally._ SCENE IV.--_A Wild Island._ _Enter_ ALONZO, ANTONIO, _and_ GONZALO. _Gonz._ 'Beseech your grace, be merry: You have cause, So have we all, of joy, for our strange escape; Then wisely, good sir, weigh our sorrow with Our comfort. _Alon._ Pr'ythee peace; you cram these words Into my ears, against my stomach; how Can I rejoice, when my dear son, perhaps This very moment, is made a meal to some strange fish? _Anto._ Sir, he may live; I saw him beat the billows under him, And ride upon their backs; I do not doubt He came alive to land. _Alon._ No, no, he's gone; And you and I, Antonio, were those Who caused his death. _Anto._ How could we help it? _Alon._ Then, then we should have helped it, When thou betray'dst thy brother Prospero, And Mantua's infant sovereign, to my power: And when I, too ambitious, took by force Another's right: Then lost we Ferdinand; Then forfeited our navy to this tempest. _Anto._ Indeed we first broke truce with heaven; You to the waves an infant prince exposed, And on the waves have lost an only son. I did usurp my brother's fertile lands, And now am cast upon this desert-isle. _Gonz._ These, sirs, 'tis true, were crimes of a black dye; But both of you have made amends to heaven, By your late voyage into Portugal; Where, in defence of christianity, Your valour has repulsed the Moors of Spain.