I would enchant thee and thine isle. Alas!
How wilt thou learn thou art mine? How can I tell
And with the word not lose thee? Now this suitor
Threats my betrayal ... He comes. I’ll watch. Yet not
With jealous eyes, but heedful of my fate.
[Hides in bushes.
Enter Lycomedes and Abas.
LYCOMEDES.
’Tis folly and impertinence. I say it
With due respect unto the prince, thy master,