Enter the King disguised, and Blanca following him.
Blan. Who is this man,
That in the gathering dusk enters our house,
Enmaskt and muffled thus? what is ’t you want?
To croak new evil in my ears? for none
But ravens now come near us—Such a silence
Is not the less ill-omen’d. Beatrice!
A light! my blood runs cold—Answer me, man,
What want you with me?
King. Let us be alone,