This clue—whether it be some hidden, strange
Indisposition, or some secret reason
Concealed by her—and if you find the cure,—
To you, and to these motley friends of yours,
I will bequeath power and provinces
And wealth unbounded. But—pay heed, Sir Capo!
If you shall fail to find this cause and cure,
By holy Confucius, I will doom you all
To tortures and slow death. So to perform
Your task, I grant one day—until the hour