HENRIQUEZ: A TRAGEDY.
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Has been secreted in the wood. I've seen him;
And the dark form that crossed my light ev'n now
I could be sworn is he.
DIEGO.
Should be so near the slain. He would, methinks,
Run from the spot forthwith.
CARLOS.
A mind distracted in a wood so tangled
Might run and make no way. (To Servants.) Go ye forth;
I will myself assist your search. But, first.
We'll fetch our weapons. Ha! what noise is that? (Noise without.) 'Tis voices at the gate.
FIRST SERVANT.
(Voice calling from the outer court.) Ho, there! Who watch within? Lend us your aid.
We know not where to bear it.
We know not where to bear it.
OMNES.
[Exeunt, running eagerly through the gateway.
Enter Mencia below, who has appeared before listening in the corridor.
MENCIA.