Glycine. O chide me not, dear lady; question Laska,
[[916]] Or the old man.

Sarolta. Forgive me, I spake harshly.
It is indeed a mighty sorcery 460
That doth enthral thy young heart, my poor girl,
And what hath Laska told thee?

Glycine. Three days past
A courier from the king did cross that wood;
A wilful man, that armed himself on purpose:
And never hath been heard of from that time! [465]

[Sound of horns without.

Sarolta. Hark! dost thou hear it!

Glycine. 'Tis the sound of horns!
Our huntsmen are not out!

Sarolta. Lord Casimir
Would not come thus! [Horns again.

Glycine. Still louder!

Sarolta. Haste we hence!
For I believe in part thy tale of terror!
But, trust me, 'tis the inner man transformed: 470
Beasts in the shape of men are worse than war-wolves.

[Sarolta and Glycine exeunt. Trumpets, &c. louder. Enter Emerick, Lord Rudolph, Laska, and Huntsmen and Attendants.