ay,
I implore thee to be mine! Oh, grant me now my prayer!
Bianca. Never! never! I will not listen to thee more. My heart is all
another's; my hatred and contempt are thine.
[_Exit_ Bianca.
Huon. Now, by yon moon 'neath which thy tender vows were plighted, do I
swear to win thee, proud and haughty lady, to these arms. Thou shalt
curse the day when thou didst cast away my love, and wake my deep
revenge.
[_Exit_ Huon.
CURTAIN.
SCENE SECOND.
[_A cave in the forest._ Hilda _leaning over a
boiling caldron. Enter_ Huon.]
Hilda. Ha! who art thou, and what wouldst thou with old Hilda? Speak,
and be obeyed.
Huon. O mighty wizard, I have sought thee for a charm to win a proud and
scornful woman's love,--some mystic potion that shall make her cold
heart burn for me. Ah, give me this, and gold uncounted shall be thine.
Hilda. I will give to thee a draught that shall chase her coldness and
her pride away, and make the heart now beating for another all thine
own. Hold! 'tis here,--three crimson drops when mingled in her wine,
will bring the boon thou askest [_gives_ Huon _a tiny phial_].
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, b
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