The officers of justice at my heels.
No time to lose; I leap’d upon a horse,
And rode, until a shot, aim’d at his rider,
Kill’d him; then, taking to my feet, fled on,
Till, coming to a country house, I saw,
To my great joy, my friend—
Gil. Here enter I;
Who, seeing Don Alonso so hard set,
Offer’d my services to keep them back
Till he was safe in Portugal.