(A soldier shows himself, back.)
OZIAS. Friend!
FIRST SOLDIER (approaching and saluting). Lord! Your command!
OZIAS. Send to me the officer of the watch.
FIRST SOLDIER. Lord, the honourable lieutenant lies sick.
(Haggith appears at the door of the house.)
OZIAS. Thirst has overcome him?
FIRST SOLDIER (bowing). He raves on the bed, lord, and his tongue is like the tongue of a dog.
OZIAS. Who then commands the watch by the watchfires this night?
FIRST SOLDIER. I, lord. The watchfires wait the torch.