_A Room in_ DOROTHEA'_s House_. _Enter_ SAPRITIUS, THEOPHILUS, _Priest_, CALISTA, _and_ CHRISTETA. _Sap._ Sick to the death, I fear. _Theoph_. I meet your sorrow, With my true feeling of it. _Sap._ She's a witch, A sorceress, Theophilus; my son Is charm'd by her enchanting eyes; and, like An image made of wax, her beams of beauty Melt him to nothing: all my hopes in him, And all his gotten honours, find their grave In his strange dotage on her. Would, when first He saw and loved her, that the earth had open'd, And swallow'd both alive! _Theoph._ There's hope left yet. _Sap._ Not any: though the princess were appeased, All title in her love surrender'd up; Yet this coy Christian is so transported With her religion, that unless my son (But let him perish first!) drink the same potion, And be of her belief, she'll not vouchsafe To be his lawful wife. _Priest._ But, once removed From her opinion, as I rest assured The reasons of these holy maids will win her, You'll find her tractable to any thing, For your content or his. _Theoph._ If she refuse it, The Stygian damps, breeding infectious airs, The mandrake's shrieks, the basilisk's killing eye, The dreadful lightning that does crush the bones, And never singe the skin, shall not appear Less fatal to her, than my zeal made hot With love unto my gods. I have deferr'd it, In hopes to draw back this apostata, Which will be greater honour than her death, Unto her father's faith; and, to that end, Have brought my daughters hither. _Cal._ And we doubt not To do what you desire. _Sap._ Let her be sent for. Prosper in your good work; and were I not To attend the princess, I would see and hear How you succeed. _Theoph._ I am commanded too, I'll bear you company. _Sap._ Give them your ring, To lead her as in triumph, if they win her, Before her highness. [_Exit._ _Theoph._ Spare no promises, Persuasions, or threats, I do conjure you: If you prevail, 'tis the most glorious work You ever undertook. _Enter_ DOROTHEA _and_ ANGELO. _Priest._ She comes. _Theoph._ We leave you; Be constant, and be careful. [_Exeunt_ THEOPH. _and Priest_. _Cal._ We are sorry To meet you under guard. _Dor._ But I more grieved You are at liberty. So well I love you, That I could wish, for such a cause as mine, You were my fellow-prisoners: Prithee, Angelo, Reach us some chairs. Please you sit---- _Cal._ We thank you: Our visit is for love, love to your safety. _Christ._ Our conference must be private; pray you, therefore, Command your boy to leave us.