Hath ravisht Delya of hir sences cleane,
And she forgets that she is Delya.
1. Br. Leave, cruell thou, to hurt the miserable; 565
Digg, brother, digg, for she is hard as steele.
Here they dig & descry the light under a little hill.
2. Br. Stay, brother, what hast thou descride?
Del. Away & touch it not; it is some thing that my lord hath hidden there.
She covers it agen.
Enter Sacrapant.
Sacr. Well sed,[1101] thou plyest these pyoners well. Goe, get you in, you labouring slaves. 570