Puck. Hark! 'twas Oberon who cried From the sandy wet seaside. Voice. Come, come, come away! Puck. I'll be with you, princely fay, Ere again those words you say. [Goes out. Eulalie. Hush! Felice. This sport is o'er. We must go seek Torello. [Felice, Bruno, and Scipio go out. Cinthio. Come, Faustine; this bright mask is played and done. Fair pioneers, we'll follow you anon. [Cinthio and Faustine go out. Enter Green and Ivy, tipsy. Ivy. By the light of Hecate's lamp--lamp, lamp? What rhymes with lamp! Scamp? cramp? Green. Damp. Ivy. Damp? Good. By the light of Hecate's lamp, May all poetry be damned; And each stupid poet-scamp, May his invention take the cramp! There! that's genius! Sylvia. O Celio, come! I cannot bear these fools. [Celio and Sylvia go out. Ivy. Here be people! Green. And here be more! Enter Alardo, Guido, Martha, Onesta, and Mayers, with Cinthio and Faustine, guarded. Eulalie. Mother, what do you here? Martha. You'll see anon. Onesta [to Faustine]. O, my lady, you must not blame me! I could not help it. My lord your father---- Guido. Peace, well-named hypocrite! [Aside to Alardo.] This is your son, With that low maid on whom he would devolve The varied riches of his royal blood. Alardo. Refer to his decree your daughter's case, Thereby to see how far his judgment's warped. [To Conrad.] Reveal not yet your parentage, I pray. Rupert. Why, how now, Guido? Sir, what mean you thus With all this mob to break upon us here? Guido. My gracious prince, these two but now confessed-- What fear of torture from my daughter's maid Had riven ours already--that to-night, Faustine, having 'scaped by practices most vile, Meant with this silly shepherd to elope, He having stolen her heart from me, her sire; Though by what means they interchanged their loves, How spake, how saw each other, passes skill: And both with fixed intent to rob your land Of their two bodies and hidden wealth of issue, In that same ship, whose captain is Sebastian (Riders we have despatched to fetch him here), Purposed themselves to carry off--fine caskets Of so high value and unpriced contents, All to your grace, and all to Belmarie, And a fair moiety to me, belonging. This knowing, and that, until time should serve They here did hide, thinking the wood more safe Than our exposed and pirate-haunted shores, I, with these lords, came hither. On the way We trained along with us these unbid Mayers, Who must excuse themselves if they offend; Though for their help in finding out this haunt, Subserving thus the law, they might be shrived. A strange and most sweet music led us on; And we supposed to find the minstrels here, And know from them of those love-guided truants. In perpetration of their triple crime We caught our night-errant lovers. Upon them Immediate justice I do here demand