Without more aid, had baffled twice her strength.

  Go on.

 Offi. We enter'd; with resistance bold.

 Theodore brought in by Fabian and Attendants. 

Theodore

Fabian

Attendants

   This peasant push'd us backward from the spot.

   My arm was rais'd to smite him, but respect

   For something in his aspect, check'd the blow.

   He, chiding, parleying by turns, gave time

   For whosoever had descended there

   (The lady doubtless) to elude our search:

   The rest, himself will tell.

 Count. [To Theodore.] Ha! what art thou?

[To Theodore.]

Theodore

 Theodore. It seems, thy prisoner: disengage me first

   From their rude grasp, and I may tell thee more.

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