But, truly, would not any one believe
Some fairy had exchanged us as we lay
Two tiny foster-children in one cradle?

ROS.
Well, be that as it may, Fife, it reminds me
Of what perhaps I should have thought before,
But better late than never--You know I love you,
As you, I know, love me, and loyally
Have follow'd me thus far in my wild venture.
Well! now then--having seen me safe thus far
Safe if not wholly sound--over the rocks
Into the country where my business lies
Why should not you return the way we came,
The storm all clear'd away, and, leaving me
(Who now shall want you, though not thank you, less,
Now that our horses gone) this side the ridge,
Find your way back to dear old home again;
While I--Come, come!--
What, weeping my poor fellow?

FIFE.
Leave you here
Alone--my Lady--Lord! I mean my Lord--
In a strange country--among savages--
Oh, now I know--you would be rid of me
For fear my stumbling speech--

ROS.
Oh, no, no, no!--