Glycine. Oh, let me fly 450
And stop him! Mangled limbs do there lie scattered
Till the lured eagle bears them to her nest.
And voices have been heard! And there the plant grows
That being eaten gives the inhuman wizard
Power to put on the fell hyæna's shape. [455]

Sarolta. What idle tongue hath bewitched thee, Glycine?
I hoped that thou had'st learnt a nobler faith.

Glycine. O chide me not, dear lady; question Laska,
[[916]] Or the old man.

Sarolta. Forgive me, I spake harshly.
It is indeed a mighty sorcery 460
That doth enthral thy young heart, my poor girl,
And what hath Laska told thee?

Glycine. Three days past
A courier from the king did cross that wood;
A wilful man, that armed himself on purpose:
And never hath been heard of from that time! [465]

[Sound of horns without.

Sarolta. Hark! dost thou hear it!

Glycine. 'Tis the sound of horns!
Our huntsmen are not out!

Sarolta. Lord Casimir
Would not come thus! [Horns again.

Glycine. Still louder!