We are all watching; a man in great haste enters. Observe what he says.
Henchman
Ye women, whither shall I go to seek King Theseus? Is he in this dwelling? Speak!
Our suspense deepens. The Leader evidently has hesitated in her answer; she wants to ask a question. . . . But at this moment the door opens and she falls back:
Leader
Lo, where he cometh through the Castle Gate.
Through the gate comes Theseus, wrapped in gloom, evidently trying still to forget Hippolytus. The Henchman crosses his path.
Henchman
O King, I bear thee tidings of dire weight To thee, yea, and to every man, I ween, From Athens to the marches of Trozên.