(Rosaura and Fife hide in the rocks; Enter Clotaldo)

CLOTALDO.
These stormy days you like to see the last of
Are but ill opiates, Segismund, I think,
For night to follow: and to-night you seem
More than your wont disorder'd. What! A sword?
Within there!

(Enter Soldiers with black vizors and torches)

FIFE.
Here's a pleasant masquerade!

CLO.
Whosever watch this was
Will have to pay head-reckoning. Meanwhile,
This weapon had a wearer. Bring him here,
Alive or dead.

SEG.
Clotaldo! good Clotaldo!--

CLO. (to Soldiers who enclose Segismund; others
searching the rocks).
You know your duty.

SOLDIERS (bringing in Rosaura and Fife).
Here are two of them,
Whoever more to follow--