Third Off. You've a secret,
And I've a guess that picks the lock to 't.
Second Off. Come!
These leaves are listeners.
[They go off, lower right. Enter by path upper right, Señora Ziralay and Guildamour]
Gui. To find you here
Makes my best hope a sluggard, far outgone
By th' dear event.
Señ. I came five days ago,
The princess with me, here to wait return
Of Hudibrand. That you have come with him,
Makes sober welcome blithe.
Gui. He's slack in health.
Señ. That's written plain.
Gui. What iron's in the man
That he yet lives?
Señ. He's been in conclave?
Gui. Yes.
Five nights he routed sleep from th' drowsy synod,
And hung upon us turning every flank,
Till Protest paled and Patience bled at heart.