Prosp. He's murdered by the man who loved your sister. Now both of you may see what 'tis to break A father's precept; you would needs see man, And by that sight are made for ever wretched; Hippolito is dead, and Ferdinand Must die for murdering him.
Mir. Have you no pity?
Prosp. Your disobedience has so much incensed me, That I this night can leave no blessing with you. Help to convey the body to my couch, Then leave me to mourn over it alone. [They bear off the body of Hip.
Enter Miranda and Dorinda again. Ariel behind them.
Ariel. I've been so chid for my neglect by Prospero, That I must now watch all, and be unseen.
Mir. Sister, I say again, 'twas long of you, That all this mischief happened.
Dor. Blame not me For your own fault; your curiosity Brought me to see the man.
Mir. You safely might Have seen him, and retired, but you would needs Go near him, and converse; you may remember My father called me thence, and I called you.
Dor. That was your envy, sister, not your love; You called me thence, because you could not be Alone with him yourself; but I am sure My man had never gone to heaven so soon, But that yours made him go. [Crying.
Mir. Sister, I could not wish that either of them Should go to heaven without us; but it was His fortune, and you must be satisfied.