Not far off, close at hand.
EMILIA.
Heavens! In what a situation shall I perhaps find one or other of them! For your Highness conceals from me--I perceive----
PRINCE.
I conceal nothing, be assured. Lean on my arm, and accompany me to them without fear.
EMILIA (irresolute).
But--if they be not wounded--if my suspicions be not true--why are they not already here?
PRINCE.
Hasten then, that all these sad apprehensions may at once be banished.