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I found its door, and enter'd. Fear not now, I will not leave thee till the break of day.

Or. Heaven bless thee for it! Till the break of day! The very thought of day-break gives me life. If but this night were past, I have good hope That noble Theobald will soon be here For my deliv'rance.

Cath. Wherefore think'st thou so?

Or. A stranger, when thou left'st me on the ramparts, Gave me a letter, which I quickly open'd, As soon as I, methought, had gain'd my room In privacy; but close behind me came That dæmon, Rudigere, and, snatching at it, Forced me to cast it to the flames, from which, I struggling with him still, he could not save it.

Cath. You have not read it then.

Or. No; but the seal Was Theobald's, and I could swear ere long He will be here to free me from this thraldom.

Cath. God grant he may!

Or. If but this night were past! How goes the time? Has it not enter'd on the midnight watch?

That glass I've set to measure it. As soon As all the sand is run, you are secure; The midnight watch is past.

Or. (running to the glass, and looking at it eagerly.)