Tor. The key?

La G. Gone!

Tor. Cut from my side! I'm betray'd!

De L. Look, search the room: where's the stranger?

La G. The door is fast. [Knocks.

De F. You may come in: make up your wonder there. [Opens the door.

Tor. My lady murder'd!

De L. You have astonish'd heaven.

Tor. And pull'd eternal curses on your head.

De F. They'll fall like brittle shafts upon my shield.