Oberon's bower.
How now? how now? Why do ye loiter here?
He sleeps then still. 'Tis the first time his lids
Hail, master! / Tardy spirit, is it thou?
Yes! The fairy king sir Huon shall befriend
(The stage opens, and a flowery bank rises, on which sir Huon and Sherasmin are seen asleep; Puck standing besides them)
(The clouds open, and discover the interior of a Persian kiosk. Reiza is seen seated on a couch in a melancholy attitude, with a lute in her hand.)
(The vision disappears)
Enough! Enough! The spell I break
Banks of the Tigris, with the city of Bagdad in the distance.
By saint Denis, but he's right!
(Oberon waves his wand; the bank changes to a car, drawn by swans; in which Oberon ascends, and disappears)
Master! are you awake, master?
Art hurt man? Cheerly, cheerly!
(Saracens attack sir Huon and Sherasmin)
(Babekan and his attendants fly, pursued by sir Huon and Sherasmin)
The interior of Namouna's cottage.
So, so, so, a fine piece of news
A word, good mother, an'it like you
Master, I would this good dame
Now, an' it please you, walk this way.
The old hag will raise the city on us!
Yes, even love to fame must yield
Vestibule in the haram, looking on the Tigris.
Name not the prince, dear Fatima
No, no; ~ my hope of happiness
Haste, gallant knight! Oh, haste and save
Joy! ~ we are rescued in the hour of need!