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I am a priest, confessor to Henriquez.

Thou shalt have entrance presently.

I thank thee. (Going up close to .) Thou art Balthazer?

And thy servant, father.

Thou'rt up by times; it is still pitchy night.

Nay; look thou eastward; yon dull line of light, Bounding the sable darkness of the earth From the sky's fainter gloom: it is the dawn.

Ha! runs the time so fast! What noise is that?

The hum of distant voices, and the sound Of preparation for the awful morn. As I now pass'd along, in every street I heard the eager citizens astir, While light from many a lattice gleam'd. And onward, As I approach'd th' appointed place, I saw Round the fenced spot, already gather'd, groups Of men and women, young and old, whose faces Did seem, from darkness, as from nothing sprung,