Ger. I must delude’him. [Aside.
Ors. Fly, why stay’st thou dully here? go bring the Woman.
Ger. Sure you are frantick.
Ors. I am so, and thou shalt feel the effect on’t. Unless thou render back that lovely Creature.
Ger. Oh! this is perfect Madness, Sir, you’re lost; Call back your noble Temper, and be calm.
Ors. No, there’s a furious Tempest in my Soul, Which nothing can allay but that fine thing.
Ger. Hear Reason yet—no human Being can get entrance here;
Look round this Castle, and no other Object
Will meet your Eyes, but a watery Wilderness,
And distant and unhabitable Lands.
—What airy Vision has possess’d your Fancy?
For such the Gods sometimes afflict Men with.
Ors. Ha! an airy Vision!—Oh, but it cannot be; By all that’s good,’.was real Flesh and Blood.
Ger. And are you sure you are awake?
Ors. As thou art now.