duke.
Nay, answer me—what—silent?—why 'tis well.
And so we part—but I repent me now
Thou hast my trust. No answer?—then 'tis well!
We part for ever! On that treacherous face
I would not gaze again.
hermione.
My lord, you must—
If this suffice—I answer—Yes!
duke.
Angel
Of soul visiting light! the storm hath still'd
At thy omnipotent word! I would not——
Enter Zorayda hastily, before the Duke; she points to the stream.
What notest thou, dun sorceress?—speak!
zorayda.
Yon shadow!
duke.
Yet two full hours unspent, ere on the stream
Yon pennon flits: and now we part. But who
Sent thee with such authority—with power
To question, and to watch, with daring eye,
Mine every movement? I have sought thee, fiend!
If thine hell-vomited sire protect thee not,
Again thou shalt not 'scape. I charge thee, witch!
Confederate with foul treachery.
zorayda.
There's treason in the air!
Meet not the wind, it blows incontinently—
The maid hath other lovers.
hermione.
Hag! thy meaning?
We study not ambiguous phrase.
duke.
I'll crush thy treason,
Ere it be ripe for hatching.
[As the Duke raises the silver call to his lips, Zorayda seizes his arm.