’Tis not my will they undergo these pains.
Fer. I pray thee lead me to them, if thou mayst.
Sa. Nay, bide thou here, I will throw back the gate,
And bid them forth: and for thy less constraint
Will then depart.[Goes to back, and exit.
Fer.Such courtesy and cruelty in one
I never thought to have met, nor found on earth
So fair a prison, with an angel in it,
And no hope of deliverance. Now I see
Nature hath vainly lavished on these Moors