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All means that may discover Orra's fate Shut from us?

Hugh. Ah! the fiend hath utter'd nothing That could betray his secret. If she lives

El. Alas, alas! think you he murder'd her?

Al. Merciful heaven forefend!

Sold. O, I have heard a voice, a dismal voice!

Omnes. What hast thou heard ?

El.What voice?

Sold.The Lady Orra's.

El. Where? Lead us to the place.

Hugh. Where did'st thou hear it, Soldier?

Sold. In a deep-tangled thicket of the wood, Close to a ruin'd wall, o'ergrown with ivy, That marks the ancient out-works of the castle.

Hugh. Haste; lead the way.

Att. You do not go, my Lord?

Glot. I'm sick, and strangely dizzy grows my head, And pains shoot from my wound. It is a scratch, But from a devil's fang.—There's mischief in it. Give me thine arm, and lead me to a couch: I'm very faint.

Att. This way, my Lord, there is a chamber near. [ Glottenbal, supported by the Attendant.