Tumult, disgrace, and ruin have their way!
I'll search for him no more.
Port. He hath been absent all the night, my lord.
Ros. I know he hath.
2d Off.And yet 'tis possible
He may have enter'd by the secret door;
And now, perhaps, in deepest sleep entranc'd,
Is dead to ev'ry sound.
(Ros. without speakings rushes into the house, and the rest follow him.)
Enter Basil.
Bas. The blue air of the morning pinches keenly.
Beneath her window all the chilly night
I felt it not. Ah! night has been my day,
And the pale lamp which from her chamber gleam'd,
Has to the breeze a warmer temper lent
Than the red burning east.
Re-enter Rosinberg, &c. from the home.
Ros. Himself! himself! He's here, he's here! O! Basil,
What fiend at such a time could lead thee forth?
Bas. What is the matter which disturbs you thus?
Ros. Matter that would a wiser man disturb.
Treason's abroad, thy men have mutinied.
Bas. It is not so; thy wits have mutinied,
And left their sober station in thy brain.
