At every walk I passed, I drew a spell;
So that, if any fiend, abhorring heaven,
There sets his foot, it roots him to the ground.
Now could I but discover Emmeline,
My task were fairly done. [Walking about, and prying betwixt the Trees.
Enter Grimbald rushing out: He seizes Philidel, and binds him in a Chain.
Grim. O rebel, have I caught thee!
Phil. Ah me! what hard mishap!
Grim. What just revenge!—
Thou miscreant elf, thou renegado scout,