_Enter_ MIRANDA _and_ DORINDA _again_. ARIEL _behind them_. _Ariel._ I've been so chid for my neglect by Prospero, That I must now watch all, and be unseen. _Mir._ Sister, I say again, 'twas long of you, That all this mischief happened. _Dor._ Blame not me For your own fault; your curiosity Brought me to see the man. _Mir._ You safely might Have seen him, and retired, but you would needs Go near him, and converse; you may remember My father called me thence, and I called you. _Dor._ That was your envy, sister, not your love; You called me thence, because you could not be Alone with him yourself; but I am sure My man had never gone to heaven so soon, But that yours made him go. [_Crying._ _Mir._ Sister, I could not wish that either of them Should go to heaven without us; but it was His fortune, and you must be satisfied. _Dor._ I'll not be satisfied: My father says He'll make your man as cold as mine is now; And when he is made cold, my father will Not let you strive to make him warm again. _Mir._ In spite of you, mine never shall be cold. _Dor._ I'm sure 'twas he that made me miserable, And I will be revenged. Perhaps you think 'Tis nothing to lose a man. _Mir._ Yes, but there is Some difference betwixt my Ferdinand, And your Hippolito. _Dor._ Ay, there's your judgment: Your's is the oldest man I ever saw, Except it were my father. _Mir._ Sister, no more; It is not comely in a daughter, when She says her father's old. _Dor._ But why do I Stay here, whilst my cold love perhaps may want me? I'll pray my father to make yours cold too. _Mir._ Sister, I'll never sleep with you again. _Dor._ I'll never more meet in a bed with you, But lodge on the bare ground, and watch my love. _Mir._ And at the entrance of that cave I'll lie, And echo to each blast of wind a sigh. [_Exeunt severally, looking discontentedly on one another._