Mir. Do you not hear my father call? Go in.
Dor. 'Twas you he named, not me; I will but say my prayers, and follow you immediately.
Mir. Well, sister, you'll repent it.
[Exit Mir.
Dor. Though I die for it, I must have the other peep.
Hip. What thing is that? [Seeing her.] Sure 'tis some infant of The sun, dressed in his father's gayest beams, And comes to play with birds: My sight is dazzled, And yet I find I'm loth to shut my eyes: I must go nearer it;—but stay a while; May it not be that beauteous murderer, woman, Which I was charged to shun? Speak, what art thou, Thou shining vision!
Dor. Alas, I know not; but I'm told I am A woman; do not hurt me, pray, fair thing.
Hip. I'd sooner tear my eyes out, than consent To do you any harm; though I was told, A woman was my enemy.
Dor. I never knew What 'twas to be an enemy, nor can I e'er Prove so to that, which looks like you: For though I've been charged by him (whom yet I ne'er disobeyed,) To shun your presence, yet I'd rather die Than lose it; therefore, I hope you will not have the heart To hurt me: Though I fear you are a man, The dangerous thing of which I have been warned. Pray, tell me what you are?
Hip. I must confess, I was informed I am a man; But if I fright you, I shall wish I were some other creature. I was bid to fear you too.
Dor. Ah me! Heaven grant we be not poison to Each other! Alas, can we not meet, but we must die?