Huon. Oh, blessed draught that wins for me the love I seek. Proud Bianca, now art thou in my power, and shalt ere long return the love of the once hated and despised Huon. Great sorceress, say how can I repay thee? Fear not to claim thy just reward. Hilda. I ask no gold. But when thy prize is won, remember thou old Hilda's warning. Woman's heart is a fragile thing, and they who trifle with it should beware. Now go; I would be alone. Huon. Farewell! When my love and my revenge are won, I'll bless this hour and Hilda's charm. [_Exit_ Huon. Hilda. Poor fool! thou little thinkest thy love-charm is a deadly draught, and they who quaff it die. When thou shalt seek thy lady, hoping for her love, a dead bride thou wilt win. Ha! ha! old Hilda's spells work silently and well. CURTAIN. SCENE THIRD. [_Room in the castle of_ Bianca. _Evening. Enter_ Huon.] Huon. How can I best give the draught that none may see the deed? Ha! yonder comes her page, bearing wine. Now in her cup will I mingle these enchanted drops, and she shall smile on me when next I plead my suit. Ho, Juan, my boy! come hither; I would speak with thee. [_Enter_ Juan _with wine._] Where is thy lady now? Juan. At her lattice, watching for Lord Adelbert, and gazing on the flowers he hath sent. Huon [_aside_]. She shall never watch and wait for him again. [_Aloud._] Whence bearest thou the wine, Juan? Is it to thy lady? Juan. Yes, my lord. She bid me haste. I must away. Huon. Stay! clasp my sandal, boy; I will repay thee if thy mistress chide. [Juan _stoops;_ Huon _drops the potion into the wine cup._] Thanks; here is gold for thee. Away, and tell thy lady I will be here anon. [_Exit_ Juan. Ha, ha! 'tis done! 'tis done! My vengeance now is won, And ere to-morrow's sun shall set, Thou, haughty lady, shalt forget The lover who now hastes to thee, And smile alone, alone on me. [_Exit_ Huon. CURTAIN. SCENE FOURTH. [Bianca's _castle. A moonlit balcony. Enter_ Bianca.] Bianca. He comes not. Yon bright moon will ere long set, and still I hear not the dear voice 'neath my lattice singing. Adelbert! Ah, come! Hist! I hear his light boat on the lake. 'Tis he! 'tis he! [_Leans over the balcony._] [Adelbert _sings in the garden below._ The moon is up, wake, lady, wake! My bark is moored on yonder lake. The stars' soft eyes alone can see My meeting, dear one, here with thee.