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Liv. Nay, chide her not when she brings us good news.—Heaven be praised for this timely aid! What brave man has brought it to us? Dost thou know him, Jeanetta?

Jean. No, Madam: for, thank God! his back is to us and his face to the foe; but there is a smack in his air of the Baron de Bertrand.

Bar. Ha! my brave Antonio! I'll be sworn it is he. Come; let us to the ramparts, and look down on the combatants.

Liv. Heaven grant there be not much bloodshed! [.

A dark Vault: Enter, followed by Page, carrying a torch in one hand, and his plumed Cap in the other.

Vald. (after hurrying some paces onward, stops short, and looks wildly round him.) Is there no passage this way?

Page. No, my Lord; but you run marvellously fast for one so ill as you are: I could scarcely keep up with you: pray stop here awhile and take breath.

Vald. Stop here, and that sound still behind me!

Page. What sound?

Vald. Did'st thou not hear the tread of heavy steps behind us? The trampling of a whole band?