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They are maltreating your servants; they will murder us!

Fear not; us no one can hurt.

[Comes hastily across the court.] My lord, my lord! What is that noise without? Strange men have surrounded the house; they have set a watch at all the doors; they are making their way in—almost by force. Here they come, my lord! Here they are! The, with a large and richly-attired retinue, enters from the right.

Pardon, a thousand pardons, most gracious lord

[Recoiling a step.] What do I see!

Your servants would have hindered me from entering; and as my errand was of the utmost moment

You here, in Ephesus, my excellent Leontes!