Prosp. Now I have been indulgent to your wish; You have seen the prisoner?
Mir. Yes.
Prosp. And he spoke to you?
Mir. He spoke; but he received short answers from me.
Prosp. How like you his converse?
Mir. At second sight, A man does not appear so rare a creature.
Prosp. I find she loves him much, because she hides it. Love teaches cunning even to innocence.— [Aside.
Well, go in.
Mir. Forgive me, truth! for thus disguising thee. If I can make him think, I do not love The stranger much, he'll let me see him oftener. [Exit Mir.
Prosp. Stay, stay!—--I had forgot to ask her, What she has said of young Hippolito.— Oh, here he comes! and, with him, my Dorinda: I'll not be seen; let their loves grow in secret. [Exit.