Dor. This is hard!
Prosp. It is the way to make him love you more; He will despise you, if you grow too kind.
Dor. I'll struggle with my heart to follow this; But if I lose him by it, will you promise To bring him back again?
Prosp. Fear not, Dorinda; But use him ill, and he'll be yours for ever.
Dor. I hope you have not cozened me again. [Exit Dor.
Prosp. Now my designs are gathering to a head; My spirits are obedient to my charms. What, Ariel! My servant Ariel, where art thou?
Enter Ariel.
Ariel. What would my potent master? Here I am.
Prosp. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service Did worthily perform, and I must use you In such another work: How goes the day?
Ariel. On the fourth, my lord; and on the sixth, You said our work should cease.