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My ears are not so quick.

Am I again deceived? and hear'st thou nothing?

I hear the swallows stirring in their nests, Disturbed with sudden light. Such creatures build In ev'ry crevice of those mouldering arches.

Did'st thou not tell me these adjoining chambers Are all untenanted, and no one near us.

Yes, all are empty but that further room, In which Don Guzman chooses to abide, That from its lofty windows he may see A more extensive prospect.

Would he were at the utmost verge of all That may be thence survey'd!—I like it not: He is a dangerous neighbour.

But he is tired and gone, ere this, to rest: You need not fear to be disturb'd by him.

I hear a footstep now: she comes, she comes! O she is good and punctual to my wish! Do thou retire, good Jerome.