Adel. I fear him not. Ere long thou wilt be mine, and then in our fair home we will forget all but our love. Think not, dearest, of that dark, revengeful man; he does not truly love thee. Bianca. Near thee I cannot fear; but when thou art far from me, my fond heart will ever dread some danger for thee. Ah, see the moon is waning; dear love, thou must away. Adel. Ah, sweet moments, why so quickly fled? 'Tis hard to leave thee, thou bright star in my life's sky, and yet I must, or all may be betrayed. Fare thee well, dear love. One sweet kiss ere we part! [_They embrace._] Bianca. Farewell! Ah, when shall I again behold thee? Oh, be not long away, for like a caged bird I pine for thee. Adel. When next yon moon doth rise beneath thy lattice, thou shalt hear my light guitar. Bianca. Fail not to come. I shall watch for thee the live-long night, and if thou comest not, this fond heart will grieve. Both. Farewell, till yon bright moon doth rise, Farewell, dear love, farewell! Farewell, farewell, farewell! Farewell, dear love, farewell! [_Exit_ Adelbert. Bianca. Ah, love, thou magic power, thus ever make my breast thy home. Adieu, dear spot! I fly to happiness and-- Huon. _Me_--[Bianca _shrieks, and seeks to fly_. Huon _detains her_.] Bianca. Unmanly villain, touch me not. What dost thou here concealed? Huon. I listen to thy lover's fond and heartless vows. What is his love to mine? Ah, lady, he loves thee for thy wealth alone. Again I ask, nay, I implore thee to be mine! Oh, grant me now my prayer! Bianca. Never! never! I will not listen to thee more. My heart is all another's; my hatred and contempt are thine. [_Exit_ Bianca. Huon. Now, by yon moon 'neath which thy tender vows were plighted, do I swear to win thee, proud and haughty lady, to these arms. Thou shalt curse the day when thou didst cast away my love, and wake my deep revenge. [_Exit_ Huon. CURTAIN. SCENE SECOND. [_A cave in the forest._ Hilda _leaning over a boiling caldron. Enter_ Huon.] Hilda. Ha! who art thou, and what wouldst thou with old Hilda? Speak, and be obeyed. Huon. O mighty wizard, I have sought thee for a charm to win a proud and scornful woman's love,--some mystic potion that shall make her cold heart burn for me. Ah, give me this, and gold uncounted shall be thine. Hilda. I will give to thee a draught that shall chase her coldness and her pride away, and make the heart now beating for another all thine own. Hold! 'tis here,--three crimson drops when mingled in her wine, will bring the boon thou askest [_gives_ Huon _a tiny phial_].