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.
Rudolph. A gallant chase, sire.
Emerick. Aye, but this new quarry
That we last started seems worth all the rest. [then to Laska.
And you—excuse me—what's your name?
Laska. Whatever
Your majesty may please.
Emerick. Nay, that's too late, man. 475
Say, what thy mother and thy godfather
Were pleased to call thee.
Laska. Laska, my liege sovereign.
Emerick. Well, my liege subject, Laska! And you are
Lord Casimir's steward?
Laska. And your majesty's creature.
Emerick. Two gentle dames made off at our approach. [480]
Which was your lady?