Ach. Here be the maids: ask them their mind at once.
Deid. Nay, for the world no word.
Enter Chorus, with flowers.
Why run they breathlessly in merry fear?
What have ye seen? What now?
Ch.The king. Fly, fly!
Ach. Why should we fly the king?
Ch. A man is with him, and they come this way.
Deid. Who is it?
Ch.Nay, we know not.