(He walks directly across the Court to the door on Back-back! the right leading into the palace.) SENTRIES (at that quarter.); Advance not! (ZENTURIONE starts back astonished, and then goes to the door on the left.) SENTRIES (at that quarter.) Back-back! Advance not! (ZENTURIONE stops suddenly.Looks surprized and con founded-Pause of some momentsAt length addresses himself to the Sentry on the left.) ZENTURIONE. Friend Which is the way to the Theatre? SENTRY. Don't know. ZENTURIONE (walking up and down with increasing amazement.—To the Sentry on the right.) Friend-When does the Play commence ? SENTRY. Can't tell! ZENTURIONE (pacing the Court observes the arms and weapons, startled.) Friend-What, in the name of God, can this mean? SENTRY.. Don't know! ZENTURIONE (covering himself, alarmed, with his cloak.) ZIBO. Past Eight. ZENTURIONE. Huh! It is bitter cold! ZIBO. Eight was the hour appointed! ZENTURIONE (shaking his head.) All is not, as it should be! ZIBO. Fiesko has some Jest in hand, I fancy! A hollow murmur! and now and then the heavy clash of armour! 'Tis dreadful! dreadful! ZIBO. A carriage there! It stops before the gateway. |