ALLADINE.
I have had a bad dream….
ABLAMORE.
What is the matter? Why do you look yonder?
ALLADINE.
Some one went by upon the road.
ABLAMORE.
I heard nothing.
ALLADINE.
I tell you some one is coming…. There he is! [She points out a young knight coming forward through the trees and holding his horse by the bridle.] Do not take me by the hand; I am not afraid…. He has not seen us….