Mir. Oh me, why stay we here then?
Dor. I'll keep far enough from his den, I warrant him.
Mir. But you have told me, sir, you are a man; And yet you are not dreadful.
Prosp. Ay, child; but I Am a tame man; old men are tame by nature, But all the danger lies in a wild young man.
Dor. Do they run wild about the woods?
Prosp. No, they are wild within doors, in chambers, and in closets.
Dor. But, father, I would stroak them, and make them gentle; then sure they would not hurt me.
Prosp. You must not trust them, child: No woman can come near them, but she feels a pain, full nine months. Well, I must in; for new affairs require my presence: Be you, Miranda, your sister's guardian.
[Exit Pros.
Dor. Come, sister, shall we walk the other way? The man will catch us else: We have but two legs, And he, perhaps, has four.
Mir. Well, sister, though he have; yet look about you.