(Aside, stopping short.) He hears me not, or is it but a feint?
Alwy. (looking off the stage) Your arrow-boy returns.
Ethw. (aside, nodding to himself) No, 'tis a free and unoffended voice;
I'm wrong. This is a bird whose fleshed beak,
The prey too strongly scents to fly away:
I'll spare my courtesies (aloud) What say'st thou, Alwy?
Alwy. (pointing) Your arrow-boy.
Ethw. I'm glad he is return'd.
Re-enter Boy.
Boy. No where, my Lord, can I the arrow find.
Ethw. Well, boy, it matters not; let us move on.
(Exeunt.
SCENE V. A narrow gallery in an abbey or cloister, with several doors opening into it. Enter Hexulf and Ongar, and Two Monks.
Hex. Fear not, brave Ongar, we will quickly act
Upon thy hint; for our own wishes also,
Ay, and the churches' good thereto are join'd.
First Monk. This is the time when he should walk abroad.
(listening) I hear him at his door.
Hex. Leave us, good Ongar.
Ong. To your good skill I do commit it then;
Having but only you, most rev'rend father,
To take my part against this wizard Thane.
