Rufus. Father, I would——
Sir G. [interrupting]. Not a word from you, sirrah! How dare you enter this house whence you went but to disgrace my name? You are no son of mine!
[Rufus draws back and stands proudly a little
aloof. The rest cry out in protest.
Lady K. Oh, my lord, you cannot mean the words you speak!
Phyllis. Uncle!
Rafe. Oh, Father, poor Rufus!
Diccon [without]. Sir Gilbert! Sir Gilbert! Where art thou, master!
Gillian [without]. Oh, mistress! Oh, my lady!
[Enter Diccon and Gillian in greatest excitement.
Diccon carries a pair of candles,
which he places hastily on the chimney-piece.
Raise lights.
Diccon. My lord, the soldiers are coming! [Rushes to window.] They be at our very gates!