Cannot shine forth. Let me go fetch a lantern.
K. Go, go. I will watch here. [Exit Sala.
Why should I fear?
I’ll draw my sword. (Calling.) Ferdinand!
(The sighing again.) If thou canst speak, say where thou art.
Answer me: Dost thou live? nay, sigh not so.
If yet thou livest I think I would abate. (The sighing.)
Now ’tis here, now ’tis there. Thank heaven, the moon:
(Moon appears, and shews ghost of Ferdinand midway back.)
I see him. He stands upright! Prince Ferdinand!