The Chamberlain Eutherius.
[Comes hastily across the court.] My lord, my lord!
Julian.
What is that noise without?
Eutherius.
Strange men have surrounded the house; they have set a watch at all the doors; they are making their way in—almost by force. Here they come, my lord! Here they are!
The Quaestor Leontes, with a large and richly-attired retinue, enters from the right.
Leontes.
Pardon, a thousand pardons, most gracious lord——
Julian.