MIRANDA You love me. ’Tis simple, then: I love you, Caliban.
CALIBAN [In a splendor of amazement.] Lovest me—thou? thou!—Wilt be mine?
MIRANDA Nay, truly You know not how. Love knows not mine and thine, But only ours; and all the world is ours To serve Love in. I am not thine, good friend. [She goes within.]
CALIBAN Stay yet!—She loveth me! Yet Love, she saith, Love knows not mine and thine.
A VOICE FROM BENEATH [Calls deeply.] She shall be thine, Caliban!
CALIBAN [Starting.] Mine! Who saith that word?
THE VOICE She shall Be thine!
CALIBAN How mine?—Say!
THE VOICE Thou shalt fight for her.
CALIBAN [Pointing toward the Cloudy Curtains.] Shall fight? Nay, there—the youth put by his sword, For the other said: “Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.”