That like an evil star did point to this.
[Knocking without, and opening of gates]
My summons from the king. Ho, Rufus?
[Draws coverlet over Glaia's form] Glaia,
Thou wert the bud of earth; infinity
Shall wear thy blossom and be proud.
[Enter attendant]
Att. My lord?
Kent. Your mistress faints. Call up her women. Haste!
[Exit attendant. Kent takes Margaret in his arms and bears her off, right. Re-enters, goes to curtains and draws them, concealing Glaia's bed]