Loys. Start you?
Seems what I say, unknightly? Thus it chanced:
When first I came, a novice, to the isle ...
(Enter one of the Nuncio's Guards from the alcove.)
Guard. Oh horrible! Sir Loys! Here is Loys!
And here— [Others enter from the alcove.
[Pointing to Djabal.] Secure him, bind him—this is he!
[They surround Djabal.
Loys. Madmen—what is 't you do? Stand from my friend,
And tell me!