You know there is a Vault deep under Ground,
Into the which the busy Sun ne'er enter'd,
But all is dark, as are the Shades of Hell,
Thro which in dead of Night I oft have pass'd,
Guided by Love, to your Apartment, Madam--
They knock agen--thither, my lovely Mistress, [_Knock_.
Suffer your self to be conducted--

_Osmin_, attend the Queen--descend in haste,
[Queen, Osm. _and_ Elv. _descend the Vault_.
My Lodgings are beset.

_Zar_. I cannot guard the Lodgings longer--
Don _Ordonio_, Sir, to seek the Queen--

_Abd_. How dare they seek her here?

_Zar_. My Lord, the King has swounded twice,
And being recover'd, calls for her Majesty.

_Abd_. The King not dead!--go, _Zafrack_, and aloud
Tell Don _Ordonio_ and the Cardinal,
He that dares enter here to seek the Queen,
[_Puts his Hand to his Sword_.
Had better snatch the She from the fierce side
Of a young amorous Lion, and 'twere safer.--
Again, more knocking!--
[_Knocking_.

_Zar_. My gracious Lord, it is your Brother, Don _Alonzo_.