Con. Her darkened eyes had seen the light of heaven;
That was thy promise too, and this the time.
Mer. Nor has my aid been absent, though unseen,
With friendly guides in your benighted maze:
Nor Emmeline shall longer want the sun.
Arth. Is there an end of woes?
Mer. There is, and sudden.
I have employed a subtle airy sprite
To explore the passage, and prepare my way.
Myself, mean time, will view the magic wood,