Gol. Avers him free of this imposèd truce,
And gives a fair foe's warning he'll attack
Whene'er and how he can.
Maz. Well bragged.
Dir. His guns,
No doubt, are cooler than his pen.
Maz. What more?
Gol. Repudiates Bolderez, and declares
Himself the head of the Insurrectionists,
Sole authorized to speak and treat for them.
My lord, what shall I answer?
Hud. Answer? Humph!
Treat with a rag-pole? We'll not sag to that.
[Re-enter, right, Señora and Guildamour]
Hud. My dear Señora, is our freakish daughter
In hiding from us? We've not had her greeting.
Señ. She knew you close engaged, my lord, and left
The hour to you. I'll tell her of your pleasure.
Hud. My steps are yours. [To his companions]
Each where he would, my friends.
[Goes in with Señora]