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Suspected as abettors of our treason, To clear themselves, have sworn unto the King, Dead or alive, wherever they may find us. Our bodies to deliver to his power.

'Tis false! thou wrong'st Romiero. Do not believe it. Some false Judas also Hath, in this point, deceived you. No, he did not— He swore no oath so cruel and so base. Do not believe it.—Hark! the castle bell! (Bell sounds.)

Some traveller of note must be arrived.

And I must quit my dear and honour'd parent With heartless ceremony to receive A most unwelcome guest.— Enter that tangled path; it leads to shelter, An aged woman's cot, where thou may'st rest And have refreshment. She will minister To thy necessity. O woe is me! That any hand but mine should have that office!

When shall we meet again?

At fall of eve, beneath the castle wall,