Enter Prospero and Miranda.
Prosp. Your suit has pity in't, and has prevailed. Within this cave he lies, and you may see him: But yet take heed; let prudence be your guide: You must not stay, your visit must be short.— [She's going.
One thing I had forgot; insinuate into his mind A kindness to that youth, whom first you saw; I would have friendship grow betwixt them.
Mir. You shall be obeyed in all things.
Prosp. Be earnest to unite their very souls.
Mir. I shall endeavour it.
Prosp. This may secure Hippolito from that dark danger, which My art forebodes; for friendship does provide A double strength to oppose the assaults of fortune. [Exit Prosp.
Enter Ferdinand.
Ferd. To be a prisoner where I dearly love, Is but a double tie, a link of fortune Joined to the chain of love; but not to see her, And yet to be so near her, there's the hardship!— I feel myself as on a rack, stretched out And nigh the ground, on which I might have ease, Yet, cannot reach it.
Mir. Sir!—my lord!—where are you?