Gonz. Yes, and shall call you lord.
Hip. Why, then, I'll live no longer in a prison, But have a whole cave to myself hereafter.
Prosp. And, that your happiness may be complete, I give you my Dorinda for your wife: She shall be yours for ever, when the priest Has made you one.
Hip. How can he make us one? Shall I grow to her?
Prosp. By saying holy words, you shall be joined In marriage to each other.
Dor. I warrant you, those holy words are charms: My father means to conjure us together.
Prosp. My Ariel told me, when last night you quarrelled, [To his daughters.
You said you would for ever part your beds. But what you threatened in your anger, heaven Has turned to prophecy; For you, Miranda, must with Ferdinand, And you, Dorinda, with Hippolito, Lie in one bed hereafter.
Alon. And heaven make Those beds still fruitful in producing children, To bless their parents' youth, and grandsires' age.
Mir. to Dor. If children come by lying in a bed, I wonder you and I had none between us.