Dor.
O, sister, sister,—what have I beheld!

Mir.
What is it moves you so?

Dor.
From yonder rock,
As I mine eyes cast down upon the sea,
The whistling winds blew rudely in my face,
And the waves roar'd;—at first, I thought the war
Had been between themselves; but straight I spy'd
A strange huge creature,—

Mir.
O, you mean the ship.

Dor.
Is't not a creature then? It seem'd alive.

Mir.
Well,—but, what of it?

Dor.
This floating ram did bear his horns aloft
All ty'd with ribands ruffling in the wind;
Sometimes he nodded down his head awhile,
And then the waves did heave him to the moon.

Mir.
But, sister, I have stranger news to tell you:—
In this great creature there are other creatures,
And shortly we may chance to see that thing
Which you have heard my father call—a man.

Dor.
But what is that? for yet he never told me.

Mir.
I know no more than you; but I have heard
My father say, we women were made for him.

Dor.
Made for him? What, that he should eat us, sister?

Mir.
No, sure; you see my father is a man,
And yet he does us good.

Dor.
Methinks, it would
Be finer, sister, if we had two young fathers.

Mir.
No, sister, no; because, if they were young,
My father said that we must call them—brothers.

Dor.
How comes it, then, that we two are not brothers?
And how came he to be our father too?

Mir.
I believe, he found us, when we both were little,
And grew within the ground.

Dor.
Why did'nt he find more of us? 'Pray, dear sister
Let you and me look up and down one day,
To find some little ones for us to play with.

Mir.
Agreed.—But now we must go in; this is
The hour wherein my father's charm will work,
Which seizes all that are in open air.
The effect of his great art I long to see,
Which will perform as much as magic can.

Dor.
And I, methinks more long to see a man. [Exeunt.

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