Hip. It is my duty, sir. [Exit Hip.
Prosp. True, he has seen a woman, yet he lives!— Perhaps I took the moment of his birth Amiss: Perhaps my art itself is false.— On what strange grounds we build our hopes and fears! Man's life is all a mist! and, in the dark, Our fortunes meet us. If fate be not, then what can we foresee? Or how can we avoid it, if it be? If by free will in our own paths we move, How are we bounded by decrees above? Whether we drive, or whether we are driven, If ill, 'tis ours: if good, the act of heaven. [Exit.
SCENE VI.—A Cave.
Enter Hippolito and Ferdinand.
Ferd. Your pity, noble youth, doth much oblige me. Indeed, 'twas sad to lose a father so.
Hip. Ay, and an only father too; for sure You said, you had but one.
Ferd. But one father! He's wondrous simple. [Aside.
Hip. Are such misfortunes frequent in your world, Where many men live?
Ferd. Such are we born to.— But, gentle youth, as you have questioned me, So give me leave to ask you, what you are?