Hostile to thee, and to thy earthy make;
So light, so thin, that thou shalt starve for want
Of thy gross food, till gasping thou shalt lie,
And blow it back all sooty to the sky.
[Exit Philidel, dragging Grimbald after him.
ACT V. SCENE I.
Enter Osmond, as affrighted.
Osm. Grimbald made prisoner, and my grove destroyed!
Now what can save me——Hark, the drums and trumpets!