I leave this billet-do. Read, loved one, its contents;
(Aside.) (And I’ll go home and seek my night habillements.)
(Exit.)
Enter Roderigo.
A notability, as I’d ability to note. But see,
A witch! a fortune-teller comes! O, criminy!
I’ll bribe the hag to gain Berlinda’s bower,
And then I’ll carry off my love within the hour.
Enter Witch. What ho! midnight marauder.
Roderigo (in a whisper, taking her aside).