Mir. O, blest word! I'm sure I love no man but Ferdinand,
Dor. Nor I, heaven knows, but my Hippolito.
Hip. I never knew I loved so much, before I feared Dorinda's constancy; but now I am convinced, that I loved none but her; Because none else can recompense her loss.
Ferd. 'Twas happy, then, we had this little trial; But how we all so much mistook I know not.
Mir. I have only this to say in my defence; My father sent me hither, to attend The wounded stranger.
Dor. And Hippolito Sent me to beg the life of Ferdinand.
Ferd. From such small errors, left at first unheeded, Have often sprung sad accidents in love.— But see, our fathers and our friends are come To mix their joys with ours.
Enter Prospero, Alonzo, Antonio, and Gonzalo.
Alon. to Prosp. Let it no more be thought of; Your purpose, though it was severe, was just. In losing Ferdinand, I should have mourned, But could not have complained.
Pros. Sir, I am glad Kind heaven decreed it otherwise.