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(Enter several Servants, alarmed.)

Rud. What all these fools upon us! Staring knaves, What brings ye here at this untimely hour?

1st Serv. We have all heard it—'twas the yell of hounds And clatt'ring steeds, and the shrill horn between.

Rud. Out on such folly!

2d Serv. In very truth it pass'd close to the walls; Did not your honour hear it?

Rud. Ha! say'st thou so? thou art not wont to join In idle tales.—I'll to the battlements And watch it there: it may return again.

Theo. (looking round.) Here is a place in which some traces are Of late inhabitants. In yonder nook The embers faintly gleam, and on the walls Hang spears and ancient arms: I must be right. A figure thro' the gloom moves towards me. Ho! there! Whoe'er you are: Holla! good friend!