Señ. Rejan!
Gui. Be guarded here.
Fate rustles at that name.
Señ. O, Guildamour,
Fear is the silent warder that divides
Our secret hearts. Give it the tongue of daring,
And like a blest interpreter 'twill bring
Our hopes together.
Gui. There is stir within.
Come from these walls, Señora. And if your hope
Is on the road with mine, I've news will make
The wayside sing. Winds gather here and yon
That may out-swagger even Hudibrand.
[They go back along cascade path, as Hudibrand, Diraz, Mazaran, and Golifet come out of house]
Gol. [Holding up letter] Nay, fearless majesty might take more note
Of this despatch.
Hud. That beggar's mewl?
Gol. There's power
In every word. LeVal must harbor strength
We do not know of.
Hud. Tush! That is the vaunt
Of weakness, not of power.
Maz. What is 't he says?