They often find a mark where they should not;
’Twere therefore more discreet to give them room.
Alex. (to Mariamne).
I’ll go aloft and try with signalling
To make our friends acquainted with our plight.
Mar.
By signalling—your friends—Oh, Mother, Mother!
And so ’tis you at bottom, not the folk?
See to’t the pit you dig trips not yourself.
[Alexandra turns to go.