Enter THURSTON

Thurston: 'Tis I, Lady Thora; our lord is near. My horse being fresher, I rode before; Both he and Eric will soon be here.

Thora: Good Thurston, give me your hand. You are Most welcome. What has delayed you thus?

Thurston: Both by sea and land we have travell'd far, Yet little of note has happened to us— We were wreck'd on the shores of Brittany, Near the coast of Morbihan iron-bound; The rocks were steep and the surf ran high, Thy kinsman, Eric, was well-nigh drown'd. By a swarm of knaves we were next beset, Who took us for corsairs; then released By a Breton count, whose name I forget. Now I go, by your leave, to tend my beast. [He goes out.]

Elspeth: That man is rude and froward of speech: My ears are good, though my sight grows dim.

Thora: Thurston is faithful. Thou canst not teach Courtly nor servile manners to him.