[A cave in the forest.Hildaleaning over a boiling caldron. EnterHuon.]
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 [givesHuona 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.
[ExitHuon.
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.