Dor. What will become of me then?
Hip. I'll have you too.— But are not you acquainted with these women?
Dor. I never saw but one.
Hip. Is there but one here?— This is a base poor world, I'll go to the other; I've heard men have abundance of them there.— But, pray, where's that one woman?
Dor. Who, my sister?
Hip. Is she your sister? I'm glad of that. You shall Help me to her, and I will love you for it. [Offers to take her hand.
Dor. Away! I will not have you touch my hand.— My father's counsel, which enjoined reservedness, Was not in vain, I see. [Aside.
Hip. What makes you shun me?
Dor. You need not care, you'll have my sister's hand.
Hip. Why, must not he, who touches hers, touch yours?