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I hope so too, dear Claude; and so good night. Remain no longer here. [Exit .] I'm glad he's gone. [A peal of thunder as before.] That awful sound again! she's on her way: But storm or thunderbolt can do no harm To disembodied spirits.

I may not leave thee here, my gentle friend; In my apartment thou shalt pass the night. Come then with me: I dare not leave thee here, Where, sleeping or awake, thou hast received Some painful shock.—Rise: lean upon my arm. [Exeunt.

''A rudely paved Court, with a low Building in front. The Stage perfectly dark, and thunder heard at a distance.''

Ho! Culloch! art thou waking? Rouse thee, Culloch! I hear him snoring in his heavy sleep,