Mess.The scouts, your majesty,
Spake of prince Ferdinand’s escape. They saw him
Ride at full speed into the Christian camp.
K. When saw they him?
Mess.At dusk.
K.It could not be.
Mess. They tell he galloped thro’their company.
They might have touched him. When they called his name
He took no heed. Some fired their pieces at him:
And some pursued: but he, as tho’his horse