MESS. Not I at all. ’Tis thou
Dost wrap thy thoughts i’ the dark.
[page 189][414-448] LICH. Well, I will go.
’Tis folly to have heard thee for so long.
MESS. You go not till you answer one word more.
LICH. One, or a thousand! You’ll not stint, I see.
MESS. Thou knowest the captive maid thou leddest home?
LICH. I do. But wherefore ask?
MESS. Did you not say
That she, on whom you look with ignorant eye,
Was Iolè, the daughter of the King,
Committed to your charge?
LICH. Where? Among whom?
What witness of such words will bear thee out?
MESS. Many and sound. A goodly company
In Trachis’ market-place heard thee speak this.
LICH. Ay.
I said ’twas rumoured. But I could not give
My vague impression for advised report.