_Sa._ I complain ’tis ill-repaid. I am ill-repaid. _K._ Sala! _Sa._ Prince Ferdinand Had given me life. _K._ Stay. Why harbourest thou still That grudge against me? Didst thou read her letter I gave thee? _Sa._ I did. _K._ Thou didst: and canst not guess? To save her life I yielded. I consented To make this man my son. If he would live And give up Ceuta, then I promised him Almeh to wife. _Sa._ What hear I? _K._ When he refused, I smote him through. _Sa._ Refused! _K._ There where he sits. 1980 _Sa._ Can this be truth? _K._ Ay, by the prophet. Ha! He is gone. _Sa._ Nay, none is here. _K._ He hath yet found strength To crawl away to die. ’Twill not be far. Hark! heardst thou that? Again. [_Sighing heard._ _Sa._ ’Twas some one sighed. _K._ ’Twas that way, Sala: seek about. _Sa._ The moon Is up, but curtained by yon inky cloud, Cannot shine forth. Let me go fetch a lantern. _K._ Go, go. I will watch here. [_Exit Sala._ Why should I fear? I’ll draw my sword. (_Calling._) Ferdinand! (_The sighing again._) If thou canst speak, say where thou art. 1990 Answer me: Dost thou live? nay, sigh not so. If yet thou livest I think I would abate. (_The sighing._) Now ’tis here, now ’tis there. Thank heaven, the moon: (_Moon appears, and shews ghost of Ferdinand midway back._) I see him. He stands upright! Prince Ferdinand! He walketh from me. Stay. I bid thee stand,— By heaven, or I will slay thee. Villain, traitor! [_Goes after ghost, makes a lunge at him, and ghost vanishes._ _Re-enter Sala._ _Sa._ What noise is that? What, sire: with thy sword drawn! _K._ Didst thou not see him? _Sa._ The Prince? _K._ Ay. _Sa._ Was it the prince You spake with? _K._ Ay, he lives. _Sa._ And drew you upon him? _K._ I called to him, Sala, and he made away: 2000 I followed him to stay him. _Sa._ Thank God, he lives. You did not strike him. _K._ Nay, I struck him not. _Sa._ ’Tis now like day. I see him nowhere, sire. _K._ He hath hid himself. Look, Sala; search about. I’ll sit awhile. See; why the food is gone, The food that he refused. He hath eaten all. His weakness was but feigned. _Sa._ I’ll search about. _K._ He stood and walked upright as if unhurt. Yet how, unless he be a devil in flesh Could he have 'scaped my mortal thrust? _Sa._ (_in the arbour_). Alas! 2010 He is here, he is dead.