_Prosp._ Would you see him, who did you so much mischief? _Dor._ I warrant you I did him as much harm as he did me; For when I left him, sir, he sighed so, as it grieved My heart to hear him. _Prosp._ Those sighs were poisonous, they infected you; You say, they grieved you to the heart. _Dor._ 'Tis true; but yet his looks and words were gentle. _Prosp._ These are the day-dreams of a maid in love; But still I fear the worst. _Dor._ O fear not him, sir. _Prosp._ You speak of him with too much passion; tell me, (And on your duty tell me true, Dorinda,) What passed betwixt you and that horrid creature? _Dor._ How, horrid, sir? if any else but you Should call it so, indeed, I should be angry. _Prosp._ Go to! You are a foolish girl; but answer To what I ask; what thought you when you saw it? _Dor._ At first it stared upon me, and seemed wild, And then I trembled; yet it looked so lovely, That when I would have fled away, my feet Seemed fastened to the ground, when it drew near, And with amazement asked to touch my hand; Which, as a ransom for my life, I gave: But when he had it, with a furious gripe He put it to his mouth so eagerly, I was afraid he would have swallowed it. _Prosp._ Well, what was his behaviour afterwards? _Dor._ He on a sudden grew so tame and gentle, That he became more kind to me than you are; Then, sir, I grew I know not how, and, touching His hand again, my heart did beat so strong, As I lacked breath to answer what he asked. _Prosp._ You've been too fond, and I should chide you for it. _Dor._ Then send me to that creature to be punished. _Prosp._ Poor child! Thy passion, like a lazy ague, Has seized thy blood; instead of striving, thou humourest And feed'st thy languishing disease: Thou fight'st The battles of thy enemy, and 'tis one part of what I threatened thee, not to perceive thy danger. _Dor._ Danger, sir? If he would hurt me, yet he knows not how: He hath no claws, nor teeth, nor horns to hurt me, But looks about him like a callow-bird, Just straggling from the nest: Pray trust me, sir, To go to him again. _Prosp._ Since you will venture, I charge you bear yourself reservedly to him; Let him not dare to touch your naked hand, But keep at distance from him. _Dor._ This is hard! _Prosp._ It is the way to make him love you more; He will despise you, if you grow too kind. _Dor._ I'll struggle with my heart to follow this; But if I lose him by it, will you promise To bring him back again? _Prosp._ Fear not, Dorinda; But use him ill, and he'll be yours for ever. _Dor._ I hope you have not cozened me again. [_Exit_ DOR. _Prosp._ Now my designs are gathering to a head; My spirits are obedient to my charms. What, Ariel! My servant Ariel, where art thou? _Enter_ ARIEL. _Ariel._ What would my potent master? Here I am.