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There's nothing else.—Yes, yes! go bid my huntsman Prepare him for to-morrow's early chace.

Why, good, my Lord! he died the very day Before you left the castle.

Ay, true, I had forgot it.—Get thee gone. [Exit. (Alone.) I like not his scared face and wary words: Something is always wrong when such as he Stammer, and stare, and weigh their phrases so. [Exit.

''Night. A Grove near the Walls of the Castle, which is seen in the Background, the Moon appearing behind it.''

No footstep near, no stirring of the boughs, Which cast their darkened forms, distinct and motionless. Athwart the paly lustre of the moon! No gentle messenger to meet my hopes!—