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The Forest near the Castle; in front a rocky Bank crowned with a ruined Wall o'ergrown with Ivy, and the Mouth of a Cavern shaded with Bushes: Enter, conducting and , the Soldier following them.

Frank. (to Hugh.) This is the entry to our secret haunts. And now, my Lord, having inform'd you truly Of the device, well meant, but most unhappy, By which the Lady Orra from her prison By Falkenstein was ta'en, myself, my outlaws, Unhappy men—who better days have seen, Drove to this lawless life by hard necessity, Are on your mercy cast.

Hugh. Which shall not fail you, valiant Franko. Much Am I indebted to thee: had'st thou not Of thine own free good will become our guide, As wand'ring here thou found'st us, we had ne'er The spot discover’d; for this honest soldier, A stranger to the forest, sought in vain To thread the tangled path.

El. (to Frank.) She is not well thou say'st, and from her swoon Imperfectly recover'd.

Frank. When I left her. She so appear'd,—But enter not, I pray,