’Twas given me by the priest—
He with her in her hour.
Gow.
So? (Reads) So it is.
She will be here. (To Ferdinand) And all is safe in the city?
Ferdinand.
As thy long sword and my lean wits can make it.
You’ve naught to stay for. Is it the road again?
Gow.
Ay. This time, not alone.... She will be here.