How may we gain this woman for our lord?
This pearl, this turquoise fastened in his crown
Would make it shine like His we dare not name.
Now that the winds are heavy with our kind,
Might we not kill her, and bear off her spirit
Before the mob of angels were astir?
[A diadem and a heap of jewels fall from the bag.
FIRST MERCHANT.
Who tore the bag?
SECOND MERCHANT.