_Lyc._ She is thine, I say she is thine. Stay yet; that pedlar, Was he Ulysses? _Ach._ So he stole upon us; And when I bought this sword he marked me out. _Lyc._ I cannot brook his mastery in deceit. Where is he now? _Ach._ I sent him to the ship, 1290 To find a fit apparel for thy sight. _Lyc._ Would I had caught him in his mean disguise! _Ach._ So mayst thou yet. Come with me the short way And we will intercept him. _Lyc._ Abas, follow. Thou too hast played a part I cannot like. _Ab._ My liege, I have but unwittingly obeyed. I have no higher trust. _Lyc._ Now obey me. [_Exeunt._ _Enter Deidamia and Chorus._ _Deid._ Pyrrha, where art thou, Pyrrha? _Ch._ She turned not back.— They are not here.—She would not fly.— _Deid._ Pyrrha, Pyrrha! 1300 _Ch._ She hath driven the ugly pedlar and his pack Home to his ship—would we had all been by! Would we had joined the chase! _Deid._ He was no pedlar: I could see his face When he pulled off his beard. _Ch._ There as she stood, Waving the sword, I feared To see a mortal stroke— He hath fled into the wood— Had he no sword too, did none spy, 1310 Beneath his ragged cloke? _Deid._ Alas, alas! _Ch._ What hast thou found? _Deid._ Woe, woe! alas, alas! Pyrrha’s robe torn, and trampled on the ground. See! see! O misery! _Ch._ ’Tis hers—’tis true—we see. _Deid._ Misery, misery! help who can. _Ch._ I have no help to give.— I have no word to say. 1320 _Deid._ Gods! do I live To see this woe? The man Like some wild beast hath dragged her body away, And left her robe. Ah, see the gift she spurned, My ruby jewel to my hand returned; When forcing my accord She chose the fatal sword. The fool hath quite mistook her play. _Ch._ He will have harmed her, if she be not slain. Ah, Pyrrha, Pyrrha! 1330 Why ran we away? _Deid._ Why stand we here? To the rescue: follow me.