Something unusual in it? Bid her wait
In the room below, I’ll see her as I pass.
Is the horse there?
Serv. He’s coming round, my lord.
Di. Say I will see her as I pass. (Exit Servant.)
I have but one way left; but that one way,
On which once entered, there is no return;
And as there’s no return, no looking back,
Amidst the smoky tumult of this field
Whereon, enlisted once, in arms we stand,