Roaring, growling, fighting still.
[Exit Puck.
Ferdinand. How like you this, Miranda? Hath not he,
The gamesome elf, made merry mischief so
’Mongst these dull wits that scarce may they once more
Regain their sometime selves and liberty.
Miranda. ’Twas merry, sooth, yet I could wish the spell
Dissolv’d that made them fearsome to themselves,
And enemies that once were friends. He that
Hath friends hath treasure, more than wealth of Ind,