Round common steeds towards sunset.

Stran.‍Mount, my lord:

They and I are your servitors.

Arn.‍And these

Our dark-eyed pages—what may be their names?520

Stran. You shall baptize them.

Arn.‍What! in holy water?

Stran. Why not? The deeper sinner, better saint.

Arn. They are beautiful, and cannot, sure, be demons.

Stran. True; the devil's always ugly: and your beauty