De Couci, or his scatter’d bands had ne’er
So soon been marshall’d, and in close array
Led hence as from the field. Hast thou heard aught
That may develop this?
Mon. The guards we set
To watch the city gates, have seized, this morn,
One whose quick fearful glance, and hurried step,
Betray’d his guilty purpose. Mark! he bore
(Amidst the tumult, deeming that his flight
Might all unnoticed pass) these scrolls to him—