Mer. That voice!
Where have I heard ... no—that was mild and slow.
I'll come with you. [They advance.
Tresh. You're armed: that's well. Declare
Your name: who are you?
Mer. (Tresham!—she is lost!)
Tresh. Oh, silent? Do you know, you bear yourself
Exactly as, in curious dreams I've had
How felons, this wild earth is full of, look
When they're detected, still your kind has looked!