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SCENE I.

The castle of Samarkoon. Loud shouting heard without.
Enter several Domestics in confusion.
1st dom.
What shouts are those? do enemies approach?
What can we do in our brave master's absence?

2d dom.
Ha! hear it now! it is no enemy;
It is our lord himself; I know the sound.
And lo! his messenger arrived with tidings.
Enter a Messenger.
What are thy news?

Mess.
Right joyful news, I warrant.
Our master brings a bride, by conquest won,
To be the bliss and sunshine of his house;
A bride fair as the goddess, bright Patiné.

1st dom.
Most unexpected tidings; won by conquest?

2d dom.
With whom has he been fighting for such prize?

Mess.
Fy, fy, despatch and make such preparation
As may be fitting for a bride's reception:
There is no time for telling stories now.
Despatch, I say; do ye not hear them nearer?
They are not many furlongs from the gate.

[Exeunt in haste, different ways.