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armed Soldiers appear in the porch beyond it, and oppose their passage.) Wov. Hold! we are the Prior's Soldiers, and will suffer no prisoner to escape.

Ost. Those who dare prevent me! Leo. O let me pass! and I'll reward you nobly.

Ost. (returning to rescue Leonora.) Let go thine unhallowed grasp.

Leo. For Heaven's sake care not for me! Save thyself—save thyself! I am in no danger. Turn not again to fight, when such terrible odds are against thee.

Ost. I have arms in my hand now, and my foes are before me! (Fights fiercely again, till Morand, with a strong band of Soldiers, entering the porch behind him, he is overpowered and secured; Leonora sinks down by the wall in a swoon.)

Wov. Give me a rope. We must bind him securely; for the Devil has put the strength of ten men into him, though, but half an hour ago, his face was as pale as a moon-light icicle, and he could scarcely walk without being supported.