[Re-enter Laska, not perceiving them.
Laska. All asleep!
[Then observing Bethlen, stands in idiot-affright.
I must speak to it first—Put—put the question! 105
I'll confess all! [Stammering with fear.
Old Bathory. Laska! what ails thee, man?
Laska (pointing to Bethlen). There!
Old Bathory. I see nothing! where?
Laska. He does not see it!
Bethlen, torment me not!
Bethlen. Soft! Rouse him gently!
He hath outwatched his hour, and half asleep,
With eyes half open, mingles sight with dreams. [110]
Old Bathory. Ho! Laska! Don't you know us! 'tis Bathory
And Bethlen!
Laska. Good now! Ha! ha! An excellent trick.
Afraid? Nay, no offence! But I must laugh.
But are you sure now, that 'tis you, yourself?
Bethlen. Would'st be convinced?