Mont. That were too happy!
Alm. Yet it may be so. What if the Spanish general should be slain?
Guy. Just heavens I hope, does otherwise ordain.
[Aside.
Mont. If slain by treason, I lament his death.
Enter ORBELLAN, and whispers his sister.
Odm. Orbellan seems in haste, and out of breath.
Mont. Orbellan, welcome; you are early here, A bridegroom's haste does in your looks appear.
[ALMERIA aside to her brother.
Alm. Betrayed! no, 'twas thy cowardice and fear;
He had not 'scaped with life, had I been there:
But since so ill you act a brave design,
Keep close your shame;—fate makes the next turn mine.