This tongue shall be burnt out that dared accuse him!
Phil. She's mad indeed!
The. Nay, sir, the cloud of pitch
That blinded me is gone. [Enter maids] Touch her not yet.
[Maids stand aside]
Methone, hasten Brentio to find
The noblest lord in Syracuse.
Meth. Who, mistress?
The. Who but Ocrastes? Go!
Phil. [Approaching her] Theano——