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''Arch Sist. (throwing of her mantle.)'' Thou has subdued me; thou shalt be obey'd.

''Ethw. (casting away the bar.)'' Away thou paltry terrour!

''Arch Sist. (to'' Ethw.) We now begin our rights: be firm, be silent.

''Ethw. (grasping Ethelbert's hand.'') What dismal sounds are these? 'Tis like a wild responsive harmony, Tun'd to the answ'ring yells of damned souls. What follows this? Some horrid thing! Thou smilest: Nay, press thy hand, I pray thee, on my breast; There wilt thou find no fear.

Eth. Hush! hear that distant noise.

Ethw. 'Tis thunder in the bowels of the earth. Heard from afar. (A subterraneous noise like thunder is heard at a distance, becoming louder as it approaches. Upon hearing this, the Mystics suddenly