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Vald. Aye; thou, wert unbonnetted before. Keep by me then, but don't speak to me. (Putting his hand again to his temples.)

Page. Nay, I must ask what is the matter. You are very ill: what is the matter with you?

Vald. There is a beating within me like the pendulum of a great clock.

Page. Is it in your heart or your head, my Lord?

Vald. Don't speak to me: it is every where.

Page. Rest here a while; they will not discover you. You are indeed very ill.—Are you worse?

Vald. Speak not; my mouth is parched like a cinder; I can't answer thee.

Page. I'll fetch you some water. (Going.)

Vald. (springing across the stage after him.) Not for the universe.

Page. (aside.) He's strong enough still I see. (Turning his ear to the entry of the vault.)

Vald. Thou'rt listening; thou hear'st something.

Page. By my faith, they are coming now.

Vald. Merciful heaven! where shall I run?

Page. Where you please, my Lord.

Vald. (hurrying two or three steps on, in a kind of groping way.) The light fails me: I don't see where I am going.

Page. Nay, it burns very clearly; I fear it will discover where we are.

Vald. Put it out! put it out, for God's sake!