IV.
And, now, fair Eglantine is gone,
By jealous pangs her bosom torn,
To save her love, or die forlorn.
Ah, well-a-day, poor lady!
[Exit.
Enter Henry and Haufray, from opposite sides.
Henry.
This way, my friend, our foe is in our power. Yonder he walks in armour, but alone.
Haufray.
Nay, Henry, this way lies the road—Unarm'd he comes perhaps to meet the princess.
Henry.