That I, a hidden mine, a mariner,
A chieftain, fowler, still in fire and water,
Earth and air, would hit, would reach, would conquer,
And would crush, my game, my port, my fortress,
And my foe.
[Gives her the scarf.
Lisida.
You deem, perchance, that, flattered
With such shallow compliment, my injuries
May be passed over in your open folly.