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Rh With objects most familiar. Look again, And where thou sawst the steel-blue flicker glint. Thou findst a black, wet leaf. No, no! God! Your sword, sir ! Treason !

Who are ye, villains ? lying In murderous ambush for the Prince of Meissen ? If you be knights, speak honorably your names, And I will combat you in knightly wise. If ye be robbers, name forthwith your ransom. Let me but speed upon my journey now. By Christ's blood ! I beseech you, let me go I Ho ! treason ! murder ! help ! [He is dragged off struggling. Exeunt omnes,

Say on, poor girl, if but to speak these horrors Revive not too intense a pang.