Omnes. The fellow is bewitcht, Sir.
Eugen. Great King, impute not
This most miraculous delivery
To witch-craft; 'tis a gentle admonition
To teach thy heart obey it.
King. Lift up the slave; Though he has lost his sight, his feeling is not; He dyes unlesse he ravish her.
Epi. Force her into thy armes or else thou dyest.
2 Cam. I have lost my hearing, too.
King. Fetch other slaves.
Epi. Thou must force her.
2 Cam. Truely I am hoarse with driving my Cammells, and nothing does me good but sirrop of Horehound.
Enter two Slaves.
Epi. Here are two slaves will doe it indeed.