Enough of fooling: capture the culprits, friend!
Here is the lover in the smart disguise
With the sword,—he is a priest, so mine lies still.
There upstairs hides my wife the runaway,
His leman: the two plotted, poisoned first,
Plundered me after, and eloped thus far
Where now you find them. Do your duty quick!
Arrest and hold him! That 's done: now catch her!"
During this speech of that man,—well, I stood
Away, as he managed,—still, I stood as near