(To De Monfort, after walking impatiently up and down, comes close to his ear, and lays hold of his arm.)
De Mon. Nothing—Yet, what is't o'clock?
No, no—I had forgot—'tis early still.
(Turns away again.)
Freb. to Rez. Waltser informs me that you have agreed
To read his verses o'er, and tell the truth.
It is a dangerous task.
Rez. Yet I'll be honest:
I can but lose his favour and a feast.
(Whilst they speaks De Monfort walks up and down impatiently and irresolute; at last, pulls the bell violently.)
Enter Servant.
De Mon. to Ser. What dost thou want?—
Ser.I thought your honour rung.
De Mon. I have forgot—Stay; are my horses saddled?
Ser. I thought, my Lord, you would not ride to-day.
After so long a journey.
De Mon. (Impatiently.) Well—'tis good.
Begone!—I want thee not.[Exit Servant.
Rez. (Smiling significantly.) I humbly crave your pardon, gentle Marquis.
It grieves me that I cannot stay with you,
