Zast. (observing.) Ha!
Enter prince and train through the doorway.
Prin. (looking earnestly around.) How! gone! 'tis well! for she recalls such dreadful scenes, that, coward-like, I sicken at her sight.—But whither gone? Who was her guard?
Rav. A loyal and a chosen knight; they know him well, and saw him lead her to her cell.
Zast. We did, my liege; but 'tis my duty to impart, as one of equal loyalty and honour——
Rav. (hastily interrupting him.) Peace! he returns!
Everard re-enters.
Prin. (to Everard.) Now, to your office, Sir! Speak, is the traitress safe?
Ever. Quite, quite safe, my liege.
[Looking at Ravensburg, who shows joy, aside.