Mor. Tell me, how does the castle look?
Ger. Sadly decayed, sir.
Mor. I hope, Gerald, you were not observed.
Ger. I fear otherwise, sir; on the skirts of the domain I encountered a stripling with his gun; but I darted into that thicket, and so avoided him.
[Henry appears in the back ground, in a shooting dress, attentively observing them.]
Mor. Have you gained any intelligence?
Ger. None: the report that reached us was false—The infant certainly died with its mother—Hush! conceal yourself—we are observed—this way.
[They retreat—Henry advances.
Henry. Hold! as a friend, one word!
[They exeunt, he follows them, and returns.