Wat. There be many lurking—places in these old rats' nests.
Andrew. We'll ferret him out!
Wat. Aye, aye—the false villain.
[They go carefully about room, lifting hangings,
tapping walls and floor, trying to see
behind picture-frames, coming very near
secret door.
Stephen. Have ye tested the walls?
Wat. Aye, and the floors.
Andrew. There be no secrets here.
Stephen. Then we'll look further. Give ye good even, Sir Gilbert.
Andrew. Mayhap we'll meet again——
Wat. Aye,—on the field of battle!