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To give my humble service to his lordship, And say, I could not, but with great injustice To the complaining party, grant delay, Who, being poor, should not be further burden'd With more attendance; I will therefore hear The cause to-morrow, at the hour appointed.

Still more demands! For what foul sin of mine Was I promoted to this dignity? From morn till eve, there is no peace for me.

''Before the walls of a Churchyard, a narrow iron Gate at the bottom of the Stage, behind which the gleaming of a Torch is faintly seen; the front of the Stage entirely dark. Solemn Music is heard, as the Scene opens''.

Music! and from the spot! what may it be?