Isa. Sir Timorous, pray go into my chamber, and make no noise till I return; I'll but fetch the little man of God, and follow you in a twinkling.
Burr. There's no light, I hope?
Isa. Not a spark.
Burr. For to light me to the mark—
[Exit.
Isa. What a scowering have I 'scaped to-night! Fortune, 'tis thou hast been ingenious for me! Allons, Isabella! Courage! now to deliver my knight from the enchanted castle.
[Exit.
Enter LOVEBY, led by SETSTONE, antickly habited; with a torch in one hand, and a wand in the other.
Lov. What art thou, that hast led me this long hour through lanes and alleys, and blind passages?
Set. I am thy genius; and conduct thee to wealth, fame, and honour; what thou comest to do, do boldly; fear not; with this rod I charm thee; and neither elf nor goblin now can harm thee.