Ye must not stay.
Ch.We will depart and mourn
Within our sultry pit. [Exeunt.
Al.My father comes?
Za. He is at the gate.
Al.Whate’er thou’st seen or heard
Between me and these hapless prisoners,
See that thou tell not.
Za. ’Tis an accursed thing.
Al. ’Tis not for thee to judge, but do my bidding.