Then 'tis the language of the tombs; and see!—
[Pointing to the Statue of Alphonso.
Like their great monarch, he stands rais'd above them.
Who's there?
Enter Two Officers.
1 Offi. My lord, where are you?
Count. Here—speak man!
Why do you shake thus? Death! your bloodless cheeks
Send fear into me. You, sir, what's the matter?
2 Offi. We have found the lady.