Upon the watch, perhaps, hath given alarm.
Should they escape us by some other path!—
It must not be: I will look out.
GUZMAN (drawing him back to the thicket as he is about to advance).
I see them now; but let us be conceal'd
Till they are nearer.
ROMIERO.
With their damn'd dalliance.—So very fond
That they forget the peril of their state,
Lost in the present bliss.
Ay; smile with lips which shall, within an hour,
Be closed in death; and glance your looks of love
From eyes which shall, ere long, in coldness glare
Like glassy icicles.
GUZMAN.
ROMIERO.
Shall I look on, and give another moment
To such abhorred transport.—Where's my weapon? (Snatching his sword from Guzman, who attempts to remove it.)
GUZMAN.
And foil thine own intent.—See, they advance.
