Dor. Well, if he does catch me, I'll humble myself to him, and ask him pardon, as I do my father, when I have done a fault.
Mir. And if I can but escape with life, I had rather be in pain nine months, as my father threatened, than lose my longing.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.
Enter Hippolito.
Hip. Prospero has often said, that nature makes Nothing in vain: Why then are women made? Are they to suck the poison of the earth, As gaudy coloured serpents are? I'll ask That question, when next I see him here.
Enter Miranda and Dorinda peeping.
Dor. O sister, there it is! it walks about Like one of us.
Mir. Ay, just so, and has legs as we have too.
Hip. It strangely puzzles me: Yet 'tis most likely, Women are somewhat between men and spirits.