KING. Comes here? Accursed! Is here no other door?
Let not the prying crew find here false cause
To prattle!
GARCERAN (pointing to the side door).
Sire, this chamber
KING. Think you, then,
Before my servants I should hide myself?
And yet I fear the pain 'twould give the Queen;
She might believe—what I myself believe,
And so I save my troubled majesty.
See to it that she very soon depart.
[Exit into the side room.]
ESTHER. I told you so! It is misfortune's road.
Enter the QUEEN accompanied by MANRIQUE DE LARA and several others.
QUEEN. They told me that the King was in this place.
GARCERAN. He was, but went away.
QUEEN. The Jewess here.