When from the earth I rose; my hair was wet,
Dripping with dew--

_Enter_ ROBERT _cautiously_.

Why, how now, Robert?

[_Rising on his elbow_.]
_Robert (glancing at the chest_).
I see; that's well. Are
you nearly ready?

_Julian_.
Why? What's the matter?

_Robert_.
You must go this night,
If you would go at all.

_Julian_.
Why must I go?
[_Rises_.]
_Robert (turning over the things in the chest_).
Here, put
this coat on. Ah! take that thing too.
No more such head-gear! Have you not a hat,

[_Going to the chest again_.]

Or something for your head? There's such a hubbub