Hip. Since I knew life, you've kept me in a rock; And you, this day, have hurried me from thence, Only to change my prison, not to free me. I murmur not, but I may wonder at it.
Prosp. O, gentle youth! fate waits for thee abroad; A black star threatens thee; and death, unseen, Stands ready to devour thee.
Hip. You taught me Not to fear him in any of his shapes:— Let me meet death rather than be a prisoner.
Prosp. 'Tis pity he should seize thy tender youth.
Hip. Sir, I have often heard you say, no creature Lived in this isle, but those which man was lord of. Why, then, should I fear?
Prosp. But here are creatures which I named not to thee, Who share man's sovereignty by nature's laws, And oft depose him from it.
Hip. What are those creatures, sir?
Prosp. Those dangerous enemies of men, called women.
Hip. Women! I never heard of them before.— What are women like?