For heroes' souls, irregular to us,
Yet move like planets in their proper sphere;
Performing even course,
In paths uneven to beholders' eyes.— [Pauses a little.
[To Carlos.] His words, mysterious as they were, imported
Some desperate design, which I must watch,
And therefore dare not lead the forces far;
But, camped without the town, at some small distance
To expect the issue, and prevent his death.
Carl. Sir, what orders give you? for you are now our general.