Sap. It's here.
Anton. To treasure, by enchantment lock'd
In caves as deep as hell, am I as near.
1 Doct. Shall the boy stay, sir?
Sap. No matter for the boy.
[Exeunt Sap. Mac. and Doct.
Dor. O, guard me, angels!
What tragedy must begin now?
Anton. When a tiger
Leaps into a timorous herd, with ravenous jaws,
Being hunger-starved, what tragedy then begins?
Dor. Death; I am happy so: you, hitherto,
Have still had goodness sphered within your eyes;
Let not that orb be broken.
Ang. Fear not, mistress;
If he dare offer violence, we two
Are strong enough for such a sickly man.
Dor. What is your horrid purpose, sir? your eye
Bears danger in it.
Anton. I must——