Amim. It is the King—I know it by his Innocence, and Ignorance— [Aside. —Rise, I beseech you, Sir, and pardon me.
Ors. So I could live a Year with looking on thee; —But where’s the Creature call’d it self a Woman?
Ger. What Woman, Sir?
Ors. Ha! Geron, where’s the Woman?
Ger. What do you mean, Sir?
Ors. The Heavenly Woman, that was here but now.
Ger. I saw none such, nor know I what you mean.
Ors. Not what I mean? thou could’st not be so dull: What is’t that I have strove for all this while?
Amin. I’ll leave him too, my Presence may be hurtful, And follow the Lady that’s fled to my Apartment. [Ex. Amin.
Ors. Go, fetch the Woman, or, by Heaven, I’ll fling thee into the Sea.