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Nought but the horrid face.

Bern. It is the murderer.

1st Monk.What way went it?

Thom. I durst not look till I had pass'd it far, Then turning round, upon the rising bank, I saw, between me and the paly sky, A dusky form, tossing and agitated. I stopp'd to mark it, but, in truth, I found 'Twas but a sapling bending to the wind, And so I onward hied, and look'd no more.

1st Monk. But we must look to't; we must follow it: Our duty so commands. (To 2d Monk.) Will you go, brother? (To Bernard.) And you, good Bernard?

Bern.If I needs must go.

1st Monk. Come, we must all go.

Abb.Heaven be with you, then! [ Monks.

Sist. Amen, amen! Good heaven be with us all! O what a dreadful night!

Abb. Daughters retire; peace to the peaceful dead! Our solemn ceremony now is finish'd.