Dor. Hark! it talks:—sure this is not it my father meant, For this is just like one of us: Methinks, I am not half so much afraid on't as I was; see, now it turns this way.
Mir. Heaven! what a goodly thing it is!
Dor. I'll go nearer it.
Mir. O no, 'tis dangerous, sister! I'll go to it. I would not for the world that you should venture. My father charged me to secure you from it.
Dor. I warrant you this is a tame man; dear sister, He'll not hurt me, I see it by his looks.
Mir. Indeed he will! but go back, and he shall eat me first: Fie, are you not ashamed to be so inquisitive?
Dor. You chide me for it, and would give him yourself.
Mir. Come back, or I will tell my father. Observe how he begins to stare already! I'll meet the danger first, and then call you.
Dor. Nay, sister, you shall never vanquish me in kindness. I'll venture you no more than you will me.
Prosp. [within.] Miranda, child, where are you?