POMPDEBILE. Can that be true? Where are her ladies?
KNAVE. They are all there, Your Majesty.
POMPDEBILE. Summon one of them.
(THE KNAVE goes out, shutting the door. He returns, following URSULA, who, very much frightened, throws herself at the KING'S feet.)
POMPDEBILE. Where is your mistress?
URSULA. She has gone, Your Majesty.
POMPDEBILE. Gone! Where has she gone?
URSULA. I do not know, Your Majesty. She was with us a while ago, waiting there, as you commanded.
POMPDEBILE. Yes, and then—speak.
URSULA. Then she started out and forbade us to go with her.