Dutch. Then play it cunningly.
Sil. Now, where's the Hag? where now are all her promises,
She would be with me, strengthen me, inform me?
My death will now be double death, ridiculous:
She was wont still to be near, to feel my miseries,
And with her Art, I see her no where now;
What have I undertaken? now she fails me,
No comfort now I find, how my soul staggers!
Till this hour never fear nor doubt possest me,
She cannot come, she will not come, she has fool'd me;
Sure, she is the Devil, has drawn me on to ruine,
And now to death bequeaths me in my danger.
Sy. He stands distracted, and his colour changes.
Dutch. I have given him that will make his blood forsake him;
Shortly his life.
Sy. His hands and contemplation
Have motion still, the rest is earth already.
Duc. Come, will ye speak or pray? your time grows out Sir;
How every where he looks! he's at last cast.
Enter Belvidere, and secretly gives him a paper, and Exit.
Sy. His colour comes again fresh.
Duc. 'Tis a flash, Sir,
Before the flame burns out; can ye yet answer?
Sil. Yes Madam, now I can.