Elv. Oh how I tremble! Hark!
Viol. A moment! They must not find him passing out—the attempt and not the deed confounding us.[8] Listen!
Elv. (listening at a side door). I can hear nothing distinct, only a confused murmur of voices.
Viol. Let me—hush!—Hark! they are approaching!
Enter Mendo.
Men. Anguish, oh! anguish!
Viol. My father!
Men. Ay, indeed,
And a most wretched one.