And sure, unless you send [some] present help,
Between them they will kill the conjurer.
Adr. Peace, fool! thy master and his man are here;
And that is false thou dost report [to] us.
180 Serv. Mistress, upon my life, I tell you true;
I have not breathed almost since I did see it.
He cries for you, and vows, if he can take you,
To [scorch] your face and to disfigure you. Cry within.
Hark, hark! I hear him, mistress: fly, be gone!
185 Duke. Come, stand by me; fear nothing. Guard with halberds!