Capt. Who calls for him?
Sol. The Page who spurr’d us hither,
And now, dismounted from a foaming horse—
Enter Rosaura.
Rosaura. Where is—but where I need no further ask
Where the majestic presence, all in arms,
Mutely proclaims and vindicates himself.
Fife. My darling Lady-lord—
Ros. My own good Fife,
Keep to my side—and silence!—Oh, my Lord,