Dor. Pray, father, is not this my sister's man? He has a noble form; but yet he's not So excellent as my Hippolito.
Prosp. Alas, poor girl! thou hast no man: Look yonder; There's all of him that's left.
Dor. Why, was there ever any more of him? He lies asleep, sir; shall I waken him? [She kneels by Hippolito, and jogs him.
Ferd. Alas! he's never to be waked again.
Dor. My love, my love! wilt thou not speak to me? I fear you have displeased him, sir, and now He will not answer me; he's dumb and cold too; But I'll run straight, and make a fire to warm him. [Exit Dorinda, running.
Enter Alonzo, Gonzalo, Antonio; and Ariel invisible.
Alon. Never were beasts so hunted into toils, As we have been pursued by dreadful shapes.— But is not that my son? O Ferdinand! If thou art not a ghost, let me embrace thee.
Ferd. My father! O sinister happiness! Is it decreed I should recover you Alive, just in that fatal hour, when this Brave youth is lost in death, and by my hand?
Ant. Heaven! what new wonder's this?
Gonz. This isle is full of nothing else.