MANRIQUE. Wilt thou not?
The rest are gone—wilt follow them?
GARCERAN. I will.
[They withdraw, the door closes. Pause. The KING returns. In the attitude of one listening intently.]
KING. Listen again!—'Tis nothing, quiet all!—
Empty, forlorn, the chambers of the Queen.
But, on returning, in the turret room,
I heard the noise of carriages and steeds,
In rushing gallop, hurrying away.
Am I alone? Ramiro! Garceran!
[The page, comes from the door at the right.]
KING. Report! What goes on here?
PAGE. Illustrious Sire,
The castle is deserted; you and I
Are at this hour its sole inhabitants.
KING. The Queen?
PAGE. The castle in her carriage left.
KING. Back to Toledo then?