I surely thought you would be griev'd for her.
De Mon. (Taking Jerome's hand.)
I am, my friend. How long has she been dead?
Jer. Two sad long years.
De Mon.Would she were living still!
I was too troublesome, too heedless of her.
Jer. O no! she lov'd to serve you.
(Loud knocking without.)
De Mon. What fool comes here, at such untimely hours,
To make this cursed noise. (To Manuel.) Go to the gate.[Exit Manuel.
All sober citizens are gone to bed;
It is some drunkards on their nightly rounds,
Who mean it but in sport.
Jer. I hear unusual voices—here they come.
Re-enter Manuel, shewing in Count Freberg and his Lady.
Freb. (Running to embrace De Monfort.) My dearest Monfort! most unlook'd-for pleasure.
Do I indeed embrace thee here again?
I saw thy servant standing by the gate,
His face recall'd, and learnt the joyful tidings.
Welcome, thrice welcome here!
De Mon. I thank thee, Freberg, for this friendly visit,
And this fair Lady too.(Bowing to the Lady.)
Lady.I fear, my Lord,
We do intrude at an untimely hour:
