Good solid earth and rock on mortal map
And chart. How this may be I know not, yet
Our sailors swear that no such isle there is
And truly they should know their own realm best.
Miranda. I’m sure ’twas no enchantment.
Ferdinand.Save the maid
Who dwelt upon ’t, for she did cast a spell
About me when these eyes did first behold
Her there, and naught can take ’t away.
Miranda.Nay, now,