(The hangings of the tent R., balloon inwards a little.)
HOLOFERNES (looking behind him sharply, spilling some wine). The wind is rising.
BAGOAS. It is but a night breeze.
HOLOFERNES (as he drinks gloomily). Bagoas, she has escaped back to her own people.
BAGOAS (aside). I would she had, the jade! (To Holofernes.) Prince, she cannot escape. Every path from the valley is guarded.
HOLOFERNES. What guard could restrain such a woman?
BAGOAS. Ah! Prince! What guard could restrain her?
HOLOFERNES. Dost thou echo me?
BAGOAS. I humbly think the thought of his highness.
HOLOFERNES. Do thy thinking outside.