King. Away, deluder! who taught thee to sue?
D. of Eboli. Loving the queen, what is't she less can do
Than lend her aid against the dreadful storm?
King. Why, can the devil dwell too in that form?
This is their little engine by the bye,
A scout to watch and tell when danger's nigh.
Come, pretty sinner, thou'lt inform me all,
How, where, and when; nay, do not fear—you shall.
Hen. Ah, sir, unkind! [Kneels.
King. Now hold thy siren's tongue:
Who would have thought there was a witch so young?
Don John. Can you to suing beauty stop your ears?
[Raises up Henrietta and makes his address to her.
Heaven lays its thunder by, and gladly hears,
When angels are become petitioners.
D. of Eboli. Ha! what makes Austria so officious there?
That glance seems as it sent his heart to her.