Are we not, master? Swear us forthwith, and remove that dull darkness from thy presence. Call round thy liege imps and begin. Ay, ay; they are all coming.
MARY MACMURREN.
Where, where, Grizeld?
GRIZELD BANE.
A score of grinning faces to the right and the left. Dost thou not see them, blind mole that thou art? But where is he who was wont to attend thee, great chieftain? Thou hast never a liege man like him.
MURREY.
Whom dost thou mean, haggard dame?
GRIZELD BANE.
He with the wreath round his throat; the fellest and bravest of them all.
MURREY.
He shall be with me when I meet you again.
GRIZELD BANE.
Do not leave us now, princely master! do not deceive us again: bind us and give us power ere we part.
MURREY.
Go to the further side of the wood, and I'll follow you: I may not bind you here, for I hear
