I would if I could, but I am not able.
Pir. He’s telling the truth, he is not able.
Pol. (pianissimo).Tarantara! tarantara.
Mab. (wildly). Is he to die, unshriven-unannealed?
Girls.Oh, spare him!
Mab.Will no one in his cause a weapon wield?
Girls.Oh, spare him!
Pol. (springing up).
Yes, we are here, though hitherto concealed!
Girls.Oh, rapture!