Through all my veins I feel a genial glow,
It fires my soul——
Bombastes [within.] Ho, Distaffina, ho!
King. Heard you that voice?
Distaf. O yes, 'tis what's his name,
The General; send him packing as he came.
King. And is it he? and doth he hither come?
Ah me! my guilty conscience strikes me dumb:
Where shall I go? say, whither shall I fly?
Hide me, oh hide me from his injur'd eye!