Leave me, for I would meet him here alone,
Something is lab'ring in my breast—
Scene II.
King and Queen.
King.
This leads
To fair Evanthe's chamber—Ha! the Queen.
Queen.
Why dost thou start? so starts the guilty wretch,
When, by some watchful eye, prevented from
His dark designs.
King.
Prevented! how, what mean'st thou?
Queen.