Meg. And you in charge?
Off. I sent him with good men, or so I thought,
Being pressed to another way——
Meg. His guards,—what name?
Off. Vinaldo, and a sergeant, who——
Meg. Vinaldo!
He's on the blue list, turning fast to black.
Did you not know it?
Off. I held him, sir, the pick
Of loyalty.
Meg. Well,—on. What else?
Off. They reached
The grove, passed in, and after prudent time,
The guards came out, smug as all right, and now
They're gone,—clear foot,—will doff you from the hills.
Meg. A tale for Vardas! You may save your beard,
But not your neck.
Off. I'll not shake yet. The prince
Is in the grove. We'll soon uncover him.