Mir. As of the gayest thing I ever saw, So fine, that it appeared more fit to be Beloved than feared, and seemed so near my kind, That I did think I might have called it sister.
Prosp. You do not love it?
Mir. How is it likely that I should, Except the thing had first loved me?
Prosp. Cherish those thoughts: You have a generous soul; And since I see your mind not apt to take The light impressions of a sudden love, I will unfold a secret to your knowledge. That creature, which you saw, is of a kind, Which nature made a prop and guide to yours.
Mir. Why did you then propose him as an object Of terror to my mind? You never used To teach me any thing but god-like truths, And what you said, I did believe as sacred.
Prosp. I feared the pleasing form of this young man Might unawares possess your tender breast, Which for a nobler guest I had designed; For shortly, my Miranda, you shall see Another of this kind, the full blown flower, Of which this youth was but the opening bud. Go in, and send your sister to me.
Mir. Heaven still preserve you, sir. [Exit Mir.
Prosp. And make thee fortunate.
Enter Dorinda.
Oh, come hither: you have seen a man to-day, Against my strict command.