Mir. Now I confess you pose me.
Dor. How did he come to be our father too?
Mir. I think he found us when we both were little, And grew within the ground.
Dor. Why could he not find more of us? Pray, sister, Let you and I look up and down one day, To find some little ones for us to play with.
Mir. Agreed; but now we must go in. This is The hour wherein my father's charm will work, Which seizes all who are in open air: The effect of this great art I long to see, Which will perform as much as magic can.
Dor. And I, methinks, more long to see a man.
[Exeunt.
ACT II. SCENE I.
The scene changes to the wilder part of the Island. It is composed of divers sorts of trees and barren places, with a prospect of the sea at a great distance.