_Prosp. to Mir._ Go in that way, speak not a word for him: I'll separate you. [_Exit_ MIRANDA. _Ferd._ As soon thou may'st divide the waters, when Thou strik'st 'em, which pursue thy bootless blow, And meet when it is past. _Prosp._ Go practise your philosophy within, And if you are the same you speak yourself, Bear your afflictions like a prince.--That door Shews you your lodging. _Ferd._ 'Tis in vain to strive, I must obey. [_Exit_ FERD. _Prosp._ This goes as I would wish it. Now for my second care, Hippolito. I shall not need to chide him for his fault, His passion is become his punishment. Come forth, Hippolito. _Enter_ HIPPOLITO. _Hip._ 'Tis Prospero's voice. _Prosp._ Hippolito, I know you now expect I should severely chide you: You have seen A woman, in contempt of my commands. _Hip._ But, sir, you see I am come off unharmed; I told you, that you need not doubt my courage. _Prosp._ You think you have received no hurt? _Hip._ No, none, sir. Try me again; whene'er you please I'm ready: I think I cannot fear an army of them. _Prosp._ How much in vain it is to bridle nature! [_Aside._ Well, what was the success of your encounter? _Hip._ Sir, we had none, we yielded both at first; For I took her to mercy, and she me. _Prosp._ But are you not much changed from what you were? _Hip._ Methinks, I wish, and wish!--for what I know not,-- But still I wish:--Yet if I had that woman, She, I believe, could tell me what I wish for. _Prosp._ What would you do to make that woman yours? _Hip._ I'd quit the rest o'the world, that I might live Alone with her; she never should be from me: We two would sit and look till our eyes ached. _Prosp._ You'd soon be weary of her. _Hip._ O, sir, never. _Prosp._ But you'll grow old and wrinkled, as you see Me now, and then you will not care for her. _Hip._ You may do what you please; but, sir, we two Can never possibly grow old. _Prosp._ You must, Hippolito. _Hip._ Whether we will or no, sir! who shall make us? _Prosp._ Nature, which made me so. _Hip._ But you have told me, that her works are various: She made you old, but she has made us young. _Prosp._ Time will convince you.-- Meanwhile, be sure you tread in honour's paths, That you may merit her: And that you may not Want fit occasions to employ your virtue, In this next cave there is a stranger lodged, One of your kind, young, of a noble presence, And, as he says himself, of princely birth; He is my prisoner, and in deep affliction: Visit, and comfort him; it will become you. _Hip._ It is my duty, sir. [_Exit_ HIP.