Untill that Sacrapant hath breathd his last.
See where she comes.
Enter Delya.
Come hither, Delya, take this gode.[1097]
Here, hard[1098] at hand, two slaves do worke and dig for gold; 540
Gore them with this & thou shalt have inough.
He gives hir a gode.
Del. Good sir, I know not what you meane.
Sacra. She hath forgotten to be Delya,
But not forgot the same[1099] she should forget: