SEG.
Ay, Clotaldo, indeed--
Himself--in his old habit--his old self--
What! back again, Clotaldo, for a while
To swear me this for truth, and afterwards
All for a dreaming lie?

CLO.
Awake or dreaming,
Down with that sword, and down these traitors theirs,
Drawn in rebellion 'gainst their Sovereign.

SEG. (about to strike).
Traitor! Traitor yourself!--
But soft--soft--soft!--
You told me, not so very long ago,
Awake or dreaming--I forget--my brain
Is not so clear about it--but I know
One test you gave me to discern between,
Which mad and dreaming people cannot master;
Or if the dreamer could, so best secure
A comfortable waking--Was't not so?
(To Rosaura).
Needs not your intercession now, you see,
As in the dream before--
Clotaldo, rough old nurse and tutor too
That only traitor wert, to me if true--
Give him his sword; set him on a fresh horse;
Conduct him safely through my rebel force;
And so God speed him to his sovereign's side!