Enter Eleazar, Isabella, Zarack, and Balthazar.
Ele. It's strange!
Will not Prince Philip come with Hortenzo?
Zar. He swears he'll live and die there.
Ele. Marry, and shall.
[Aside.
I pray, persuade him, you, to leave the place.
A prison! why, it's hell. 'Las, here they be!
Ha! they are they, i' faith; see, see, see, see.
All. Moor, devil, toad, serpent!
Ele. O sweet airs, sweet voices!
Isa. O my Hortenzo!
Ele. Do not these birds sing sweetly, Isabella?
O, how their spirits would leap aloft and spring,
Had they their throats at liberty to sing!