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My grief is wayward still; but I'll subdue it.

Before the Gate of the Prison; the Stage dark, excepting a Lamp hung over the Gate: Centinels discovered on watch.

Stand! Who art thou?

A friend, connected with the noble prisoner.

Stand there aloof; thou may'st not enter yet.

Ho there!

A friend.

A friend! What seek'st thou here?