Sala sent word of hope: and if he lives
All may be saved. Nay, if he be not gone,
If yet he is in the castle, I may find him.
I’ll give him food: we will steal forth together:
I have marked the way: and by the rocks of the shore
We may lie hid till we may reach the camp.
Now would I had kept my strength. Had I foreseen
This chance.... There’s none about. ’Tis not too late. [Noise of guns and fighting heard.
I may dare call. Prince Ferdinand! Good heart,
What noise of battle. Pray God he be not there.