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Short of compulsion, have we left untried? And now the term of my authority Wears to its close.

Rud. I know it well; and therefore powerful means, And of quick operation, must be sought.

Hugh. Speak plainly to me.

Rud.I have watch'd her long. I've seen her cheek, flush'd with the rosy glow Of jocund spirits, deadly pale become At tale of nightly sprite or apparition, Such as all hear, 'tis true, with greedy ears, Saying, "Saints, save us!" but forget as quickly. I've mark'd her long: she has, with all her shrewdness And playful merriment, a gloomy fancy, That broods within itself on fearful things.

Hugh. And what doth this avail us?

Rud.Hear me out. Your ancient castle in the Suabian forest Hath, as too well you know, belonging to it, Or false or true, frightful reports. There hold her Strictly confin'd in sombre banishment; And doubt not but she will, ere long, full gladly Her freedom purchase at the price you name.

Hugh. On what pretence can I confine her there? It were most odious.

Rud. Can pretence be wanting? Has she not favour shewn to Theobald,