Queen-M. Yes, there is one.
Ele. One! who?
Give me his name, and I will turn
It to a magic spell to bind
Him here, here. Who?
Queen-M. Your wife Maria.
Ele. Ha! my Maria!
Queen-M. She's
The Hellespont divides my love and me:
She being cut off——
Ele. Stay, stay; cut off!
Let's think upon't; my wife!
Humph! kill her too!
Queen-M. Does her love make thee cold?
Ele. Had I a thousand wives, down go they all.
She dies; I'll cut her off. Now, Balthazar!
Enter Balthazar.
Bal. Madam, the king entreats your company.