Luc.
God for thy mercy! they are loose again.

Adr.
And come with naked swords;
Let's call more help to have them bound again.

Offi.
Away, they'll kill us. [They run out. Manent Ant. and Dro.

S. Ant.
I see these witches are afraid of swords.

S. Dro.
She that would be your wife, now ran from you.

S. Ant.
Come to the Centaur, fetch our stuff from thence:
I long that we were safe and sound aboard.

S. Dro.

Faith, stay here this night, they will surely do us no harm; you saw they spake us fair, gave us gold; methinks they

are such a gentle nation, that but for the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of me, I could find in my heart to stay here still, and turn witch.

S. Ant.
I will not stay to-night for all the town,
Therefore away, to get our stuff aboard. [Exeunt.

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