Scipio. How do you like the leeches' element? Have you made the acquaintance of any insinuating eels? Felice. [Aside.] Hush! you must treat it solemnly. It is a dull nose that cannot scent hartshorn. He begins to sniff. Torello. Leeches, eels! I pray you, how stand I for getting out should any evil thing attack me? Felice. Your back faces the only safe way; the stream is deeper before you than on your right; to the left the muddy bed would smother you; you stand on a stone. Cry on us if you are assailed. Torello. I will. Go not far away. Felice. A speedy deliverance to you. [Felice, Bruno and Scipio withdraw to the back of the stage. Torello. Thanks.--Lord, lord, what love will make a man do! Here am I----Eulalie, when thou findest me thus thou wilt love me. Felice. Now, if we had a leash of hounds to loose on him, or a troop of charitable imps to pinch him for us. Enter Cinthio and Faustine. Bruno. More noctambulators. Felice. This is the prince's shepherd, and his sweetheart: if they observe Torello, they may help our plot. Cinthio. Bright-pinioned night now slacks her onward flight And hovers towards its mid stage, to alight, Furling her wings, one instant on the earth, Ere emptying heaven for Aurora's birth, That gladdens every morn. Here will we rest Till night has sped a little further west. O that we might recline between her wings, And sail for aye her heavenly voyagings! Faustine. I would we might, but we must navigate A vessel and an ocean less elate. How far are we from thy Sebastian's boat? Cinthio. An hour will take us where it lies afloat. Faustine. Is this the forest's most secreted spot? Cinthio. Yes; none save shepherds visit it. Do not Fear anything; and we will reach the shore By pathways that are their peculiar lore. Enter Rupert and Eulalie.