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Rud. A letter in her hand, and in such haste! Some secret agent here from Falkenstein? It must be so. (Hastening after her, .)

Theo. How now, good Captain; draws it near the time? Are those the keys?

Frank.They are: this doth unlock The entrance to the staircase, known alone To Gomez, ancient keeper of the castle, Who is my friend in secret, and deters The neighb'ring peasantry with dreadful tales From visiting by night our wide domains. The other doth unlock a secret door, That leads us to the chamber where she sleeps.

Theo. Thanks, gen'rous friend! thou art my better genius. Did'st thou not say, until the midnight horn Hath sounded thrice, we must remain conceal'd?

Frank. Even so. And now I hear my men without Telling the second watch.

Theo. How looks the night?

Frank. As we could wish: the stars do faintly twinkle Thro' sever'd clouds, and shed but light sufficient To shew each nearer object closing on you