Order!
Let’s have no rows that may arouse my bride;
Go you and coax the fair one to my side;
Bid her to fly with me, her lover and her lord,
And you shall have this note[1] as your reward.
Witch (raps at window and Berlinda appears).
Listen, Berlinda. The stars declare thy destiny is set,
Act now, ’tis well, forbear and you’ll regret.
Thy lover waits to bear thee hence—Away!
Berlinda. Good woman, I have many lovers; say,