Enter Spinosa, Theodore, Eliot, Revillido, Durand, Brainville, and the rest of the Conspirators.
Ren. Spinosa! Theodore!
Spin. The same.
Ren. You are welcome!
Spin. You are trembling, sir.
Ren. 'Tis a cold night indeed, I am aged,
Full of decay and natural infirmities:
We shall be warm, my friend, I hope, to-morrow.
Re-enter Pierre.
Pier. [Aside to Jaffier.] 'Twas not well done thou shouldst have strokèd him,
And not have galled him.
Jaff. [Aside to Pierre.] Damn him! let him chew on it.
Heaven! where am I? beset with cursèd fiends,
That wait to damn me. What a devil's man,
When he forgets his nature! Hush, my heart!
Ren. My friends, 'tis late; are we assembled all?
Where's Theodore?