Ferd. Must I for yours, and cannot for my own? Either you do not love, or think that I don't: But, when you bid me love him, I must hate him.
Mir. Have I so far offended you already, That he offends you only for my sake?— Yet sure you would not hate him, if you saw Him as I've done, so full of youth and beauty.
Ferd. O, poison to my hopes!— When he did visit me, and I did mention This beauteous creature to him, he then did tell Me, he would have her. [Aside.
Mir. Alas! what mean you?
Ferd. It is too plain: Like most of her frail sex, She's false, but has not learned the art to hide it. Nature has done her part, she loves variety:— Why did I think that any woman could Be innocent, because she's young? No, no! Their nurses teach them change, when, with two nipples, They do divide their liking. [Aside.
Mir. I fear I have offended you, and yet I meant no harm: But, if you please to hear me,— [A noise within.
Hark, sir! now I am sure my father comes, I know his steps: Dear love! retire a while; I fear I've staid too long.
Ferd. Too long indeed, and yet not long enough: Oh, jealousy! Oh, love! how you distract me! [Exit Ferd.
Mir. He appears displeased with that young man, I know Not why: But, 'till I find from whence his hate proceeds, I must conceal it from my father's knowledge; For he will think that guiltless I have caused it, And suffer me no more to see my love.
Enter Prospero.