Taste of thy scorn.
Ner.Nay, love; thy will’s my law.
Tell me what I shall do.
Pop.If thou didst love me
Thou wouldst not suffer Acte in the palace.
Ner. Acte! what’s she to do with it now? and yet
If that’s thy sorrow, she shall go to-day.
Send the witch hither.
Pop.And never to return.
Ner. Send her at once. I promised thee.