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Prince of Castile, go doff thy hat and plume; I am a prouder, happier man than thou!

Hush, hush! begone,—I hear a noise without.

Where?

To the right. We'll take the other path; Though I must needs return by this again. [Exeunt.

Stand thou aside, good Nurse; I'll on some paces, And softly call; if he be near at hand, Ho! art thou there? come forth;—come forth and fear not. Perhaps he has mistaken thy direction, I think he is in cover farther on. My child! my dear Zorada!