Pal. (aside). Surely in God’s paradise, that rest of souls,
His angels and pure spirits look and speak
And move like this. O wonder! Wherefore comes she?
And how to keep her but a moment longer
From the discovery? and how to tell her?
Mar. Now while I sit. [Finds gown on the chair.
... Why, oh! ’tis drenched with blood,
Your gown. Are you so hurt?
Pal.A sword-thrust, lady.
Mar. A sword-thrust. Ah!