Miranda. O Ferdinand, the play was mine.
Ferdinand. I thought
’Twas mine, but it shall e’en be as you will;
I’ll take it back.
Miranda.Indeed, you should not, prince,
For whatso’er you do it seemeth right
To me, and now I see I did mistake.
Good sooth, I will not have it back. I say,
I will not have it back—but what are these
Tending their steps this way? a halting pair.