Maz. We can not save the town.
Off. The citizens
Are fleeing. Do not delay, your majesty!
[Fire of guns is heard]
Hud. Cowards! Before you fly, arrest that man.
Look to it, Golifet. You'll answer for him.
Let him be trebly guarded.
Gol. Is not this
The missing lord, Prince Chartrien?
Hud. Ay, that traitor!
Gol. At this hot juncture, prudence must forbid
A needless insult to the enemy
That may too soon be master.
Hud. Insult!
Gol. Come,
My lord.
Hud. By every god that was or is——