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SCENE I. A gloomy apartment in an old Saxon castle, with small grated windows very high from the ground. Edward ''is discovered, sitting by a table, and tracing figures with chalk upon it, which he frequently rubs out again; at last, throwing away the chalk, he fixes his eyes upon the ground, and continues for sometime in a melancholy musing posture. Enters to him the Keeper, carrying something in his hand.''

HAT brings thee now? it surely cannot be The time of food: my prison hours are wont To fly more heavily.

Keep. It is not food: I bring wherewith, my Lord, To stop a rent in these old walls, that oft Hath griev'd me, when I've thought of you o'nights; Thro' it the cold wind visits you,