Agabus: Christ save all men but— (Seeking vacantly.) Ah, the Shadow!
Has no one seen him? none?—the Shadow? none?
(Goes dazed. Guests whisper, awed.
Charles: He is obsessed—vile utterly!
A Guest: O duke,
I pray, good-night.
Another: And I, my lord.
Another: And I——
Another: And——
Charles: Friends, you shall not—no. This pall will pass,
My hospitality is up, you shall not!
Another: Pardon, O duke, we——
Charles: Though some grudging wind
Blows us away from mirth, 'tis still in view,
We've lute and dance that yet shall bring us in.
1st Lady: O, dance!