King. I'll follow him, &c.
[They hold him by the coat-tails, but he gradually tugs them off.
Scene IV.—A Wood.
Enter Fusbos.
Fusbos. This day is big with fate: just as I set
My foot across the threshold, lo! I met
A man whose squint terrific struck my view;
Another came, and lo! he squinted too;
And ere I'd reach'd the corner of the street,
Some ten short paces, 'twas my lot to meet