Bel. Stir not upon your life, sir.
Enter Maskall again, without the torch.
Mask. I was no sooner entered, but a huge giant seized my torch, and felled me along, with the very whiff of his breath, as he passed by me.
Alon. Bless us!
Bel. [At the door to them within.] Pass out now, while you have time, in the dark: The officers of justice will be here immediately; the garden-door is open for you.
Alon. What are you muttering there, sir?
Bel. Only dismissing these spirits of darkness, that they may trouble you no further.—Go out, I say.
[They all come out upon the stage, groping their way. Wildblood falls into Alonzo's hands.
Alon. I have caught somebody: Are these your spirits? Another light quickly, Pedro.