(Seeing the dagger, he takes it up.) Ha! men work
Dark deeds with things like this!
[Looking wildly and anxiously around.
I see no——blood!
[Looking at the dagger.
Stain’d!—it may be from battle; ’tis not—wet.
[Looks round, intently listening; then again examines the spot.
Ha!—what is this? another step in the grass!—
Hers and another’s step!
[He rushes into the cypress-grove.