Vic. ’Tis she! Behold how beautiful she stands
Under the tent-like trees!
Hyp. A woodland nymph!
Vic. I pray thee, stand aside. Leave me.
Hyp. Be wary.
Do not betray thyself too soon.
Vic. (disguising his voice.) Hist! gipsy!
Pre. (aside, with emotion.) That voice!—that voice! O speak—O speak again!
Who is it that calls?
Vic. A friend.