Jack. Tut, never feare, maister; let me alone, heere sit you still, speake not a word. And because you shall not be intised with his inchanting speeches, with this same wooll Ile stop your eares: and so, maister, sit still, for I must to the Conjurer.
Exit Jack.
Enter the Conjurer to the wandring knight.
Sa. How now, what man art thou that sits so sad? 760
Why dost thou gaze upon these stately trees,
Without the leave and will of Sacrapant?
What, not a word but mum?
Then, Sacrapant, thou art betraide.
Enter Jack invisible, and taketh off Sacrapants wreath from his head, and his sword out of his hand.
Sac. What hand invades the head of Sacrapant? 765