Hugo.
'Twas but a sudden qualm—That was a real pain i' the back.
[Aside.
Valentine.
I mean to take thee but to the entrance of the forest.
Hugo.
I cou'dn't think of intruding further.
Valentine.
There secure my horse, and wait my return. (Draws his sword.) Now gentle fortune aid thy knight.
And let the Fates for good or ill combine,
The star that leads me on, is, Eglantine.