Macias—(Aside.) The monk's!
There, there it is, the howl of the hound!
Death has been here.
Andrew— Shook and refused to jump
Till he was driven off.
Macias— What! Driven off?
Andrew—Ay, by the winds.
Macias— He died not in his cell?
Andrew—He died here by the wall.
(He walks back in the darkness.)
Macias— Monk, beat the brush;
I fear some crime is crouching in the dark.
Andrew—Ay, that there is; there's villainy abroad.
(He stands listening.)