[Guns again heard]
Gol. Please you, retire, your majesty!
[Men gather excitedly from different parts of the grove. Guests and servants desert the house]
Maz. Come, come!
[A shell breaches the wall, rear. Stones fly among the trees. The house is battered and portico torn away]
Hud. Grant me this favor. Let me be the last
To leave the Grove of Peace. Ha, ha! The last!
Her. Come, father!
Hud. Go! I've asked a favor, friends.
[They turn from him and pass slowly out. Hernda and Chartrien remain]
Her. Now you will come?