Enter Arac, Scynthius, and Guron.
Hilde.What would you, gentlemen?
Arac. What would we? Why look you, King Hildebrand—
You hold our father in unkingly bonds,
Our sister you beleaguer in her home,
You threaten to lay waste our richest lands,
And then you coolly ask us, “What would we?”
Guron. We come to claim our father at your hands.
Scynthius. We come to save our sister Ida from
The rude assault of savage soldiery.