_Ferd._ That's a strange question. There are many more, Besides that beauty which you love. _Hip._ I will have all Of that kind, if there be a hundred of them. _Ferd._ But, noble youth, you know not what you say. _Hip._ Sir, they are things I love, I cannot be Without them!--O, how I rejoice!--More women! _Ferd._ Sir, if you love, you must be tied to one. _Hip._ Tied! How tied to her? _Ferd._ To love none but her. _Hip._ But, sir, I find it is against my nature. I must love where I like; and, I believe, I may like all,-- All that are fair. Come, bring me to this woman, For I must have her. _Ferd._ His simplicity Is such, that I can scarce be angry with him.-- [_Aside._ Perhaps, sweet youth, when you behold her, you Will find you do not love her. _Hip._ I find already I love, because she is another woman. _Ferd._ You cannot love two women both at once. _Hip._ Sure 'tis my duty to love all who do Resemble her, whom I've already seen. I'll have as many as I can, that are So good, and angel-like, as she I love; And will have yours. _Ferd._ Pretty youth, you cannot. _Hip._ I can do any thing for that I love. _Ferd._ I may, perhaps, by force, restrain you from it. _Hip._ Why, do so, if you can. But either promise me To love no woman, or you must try your force. _Ferd._ I cannot help it, I must love. _Hip._ Well, you may love; For Prospero taught me friendship too. You shall Love me, and other men, if you can find them; But all the angel women shall be mine. _Ferd._ I must break off this conference, or he Will urge me else beyond what I can bear.-- [_Aside._ Sweet youth, some other time we will speak Farther concerning both our loves; at present I am indisposed with weariness and grief, And would, if you're so pleased, retire a while. _Hip._ Some other time be it; but, sir, remember, That I both seek and much entreat your friendship; For, next to women, I find I can love you. _Ferd._ I thank you, sir, I will consider of it. [_Exit_ FERD. _Hip._ This stranger does insult, and comes into My world, to take those heavenly beauties from me, Which, I believe, I am inspired to love.-- And yet he said, he did desire but one: He would be poor in love, but I'll be rich.-- I now perceive that Prospero was cunning; For when he frightened me from womankind, Those precious things he for himself designed. [_Exit._ [Footnote F: This personage, who has bequeathed his name to a well-known tune, is believed to have been Simon Wadloe, or Wadlow, master of the Devil Tavern, when frequented by Ben Jonson.] ACT IV. SCENE I. _Cypress trees and a Cave._ _Enter_ PROSPERO _and_ MIRANDA.