Mir. Your majesty, Metz has returned.
Max. At last!
News of Marquez! He comes! I know he comes!
Men. O, sire,—
Max. The faithful Metz! Where is he?
Metz. (Entering) Sire! (Kneels)
Max. Rise, sir.
Metz. O pardon me, your majesty!
I bring but wintry news.
Max. Marquez—
Metz. Is false.
Max. Oh, no, no, no! He comes! I know he comes!