[Exit.
Enter Giovanno.
Gio. Stay, satyr, stay; you are too light of foot,
I cannot reach your paces, prythee, stay.
What goddess have you there? Sure, 'tis Evadne!
Are you the dragons that ne'er sleep, but watch
The golden fruit of the Hesperides?
Ha! then I am Hercules; fly ye! Sure,
That face dwelt on Evadne's shoulders.
[He beats them off, and unbinds Evadne.
Evad. O thou preserver of near-lost Evadne!
What must my weakness pay?
Gio. 'Tis [she,] 'tis she; she must not know I'm mad.
Evad. Assist me, some good pow'r; it is my friend.
[Aside.]
Make me but wise enough to resolve myself.
Gio. It may be 'tis not she; I'll ask her name.
What are you call'd, sweet goddess?