Ter. Be not so greatly mov'd. It is not likely
This should be Ermingard. The boy has seen him,
And would have known him. 'Tis belike some friend.
Aur. No; every thrilling fibre of my frame
Cries out "It is himself."(Looking out.)
He comes not yet: how strange! how dull! how tardy!
Ter. Your page hath scarce had time to reach the gate,
Tho' he hath run right quickly.
Aur. (pausing and looking out.)
He comes not yet. Ah! if it be not he;
My sinking heart misgives me.
O now he comes! the size and air are his.
Ter. Not to my fancy; there is no resemblance.
Aur. Nay, but there is: and see, he wears his cloak
As he was wont to do; and o'er his cap
The shading plume so hangs:—It is! it is!
(Enter Garcio; and she, breaking from Terentia, runs towards him.)
(Going to catch him in her arms, when Garcio takes off his plumed cap, and bows profoundly. She utters a faint cry, and shrinks back.)
Gar. Lady, I see this doff'd cap hath discover'd
