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Alwy. Some hardy natures will resist all change, ''Ethw. (abruptly.)'' Once in the roving fantasies of night Methought I slew him.

Alwy. Dreams, as some think, oft shew us things to come.

Ethw. What Thane was he, who in a cavern'd vault, His next of kin so long imprison'd kept, Whilst on his lands he lived?

Alwy. Yes, Ruthal's Thane he was; but dearly he The dark contrivance rued; fortune at last The weary thrall reliev'd, and ruin'd him.

''Ethw. (agitated.)'' Go where thy duty calls thee: I will in: My head feels strangely; I have need of rest. (Exit.

''Alwy. (Looking after him with a malicious satisfaction.)'' Ay, dark perturbed thoughts will be thy rest, I see the busy workings of thy mind.