K.Ay, by the prophet. Ha!
He is gone.
Sa.Nay, none is here.
K.He hath yet found strength
To crawl away to die. ’Twill not be far.
Hark! heardst thou that? Again.[Sighing heard.
Sa. ’Twas some one sighed.
K. ’Twas that way, Sala: seek about.
Sa.The moon
Is up, but curtained by yon inky cloud,