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Nothing, my Lord.

Yet still be on the watch: Revisit every path; let naught escape thee.

No, nothing shall. I'll use both eyes and ears Intently; nothing shall unnoted be. An owlet shall not turn him in his nest But I shall be aware of it, nor hare Scud 'cross the path without my observation.

Well, say no more: I trust thee. To thy duty! [Exit.

I am persuaded we shall range this wood The livelong night, nor meet with any thing But such small denizens as Jerome mention'd, Or these benighted trees that skirt our path, So black and motionless.

Oh! if the light of day return again, Naught being found to justify my fears, I'll hail it as the wretch whose op'ning dungeon Receives the light, as through its portal passes Some glad friend, bearing his reprieve. Oh, Guzman! The felon, chain'd to meet his shameful doom, Hath not more agony of thought, nor starteth