Heard you this, [Gonzalo]?
Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming,
And that a strange one too, which did awake me:
310 I shaked you, sir, and cried: as mine eyes open’d,
I saw their weapons drawn:—there was a noise,
That’s [verily]. ’Tis best we stand [upon our guard],
Or that we quit this place: let’s draw our weapons.
Alon. Lead off this ground; and let’s make further search
For my poor son.
Gon.