ACT I. SC. I
Enter Teryth from riding, Winefred following.
T. WHAT is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you hover and haunt me?
W. You came by Caerwys, sir?
T. I came by Caerwys.
Some messenger there might have met you from my uncle.
T. Your uncle met the messenger—met me; and this the message: