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ROMIERO.

Thou liest! 'Tis late; 'tis past the midnight watch.

SERVANT.

I do believe scarce half an hour has past

Since I did light your Honour from the hall.

ROMIERO.

Peace! thou art fool or knave, I know not which.

I've passed since then two hours as truly told
As sun on dial moves.—Why shrink'st thou back?

SERVANT.

I hear my lady coming.

ROMIERO.

Coming at last! Haste! leave me; go thy ways.

[Exit Servant.
(Putting out a lamp which stands on a side table.)
Out light! The partial gleam from yonder door
Will, as she enters, fall upon her strongly;
I'll stand aside, and mark her face unseen.

Enter Zorada, who stops short to wipe tears from her eyes, &c., as if preparing herself to appear composed; whilst Romiero, in the shade, after eyeing her suspiciously, bursts suddenly upon her.

Have done with all this smoothing of thy features,

And look as sad and rueful as thou wilt.