That it could bear this deadly blow unbruised?
Oh, Mousta, shame upon thee for this jest!
Mous. Jest, Lady Hilda? Nay, I did not jest!
Why, look at me!
Hil. (gazing at him). Oh, Mousta! Can it be
That thou hast dared—No, no, impossible,——
It is too terrible!
Mous.Ay, I have dared!
I studied necromancy—and I learnt
To weave a mighty engine for myself—