Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: (hart.) No, no ! foftly, foftly ! I dare fay it is only fome fharping bufmefs they have got on hand, fuch. as needy Gentlemen are fometimes forced to follow: I have got my confcience newly cleared off at con- feffion laft week, and I am to make an offering next holy-day to the fhrine of our patron St. Bernard ; this is no time, goodiooth, to lofe fuch a fum upon fcruples. (Exit. END Of THE FIRiT ACT. ACT II. SCENE I. A, 'wood: dark night, with a pale gleam of dijiant lightning feen once or twice on the edge of the horizon. Advancing by the bottom oftheftage, a few moving lights, as if from lanthorns, a e feen, and at the fame timefeveral fignal calls and loud whiflles are heard, w th the diftant anfwcr returned to them from another part of the wood : Enter Count Zaterloo, Rayner, Shaflian, and others of the band, armed, and a few of them bearing in their hands dark lanthorns. It is particularly requejled if this play Jhould ever be atled, that no light may be permitted upon theftage but that which proceeds from the lanterns only. Count Zaterloo (to Sebaftian). They muft be near: didfl thou not hear their call? SIB AST I AN. Methought I did ; but who in this wild wood May credit give to either eye or ear ? How oft we've been deceiv'd with our own voices, From rocky precipice or hollow cave, 'Midft the confufed found of ruftling leaves, And creaking boughs, and cries of nightly birds, Returning feeming anfwer! COUNT ZATERLOO. Rayner, where ftandefl thou ? Da RAYNFR. Here, on thy left. COUNT ZATERLOO. Surely thefe wild fcenes have depriv'cl thy tongue Of fpeech. Let's hear thy voice's found, good man, To fay thou art alive Thou'rt marvellous filent: Didft thou not alfo hear them ? RAYNER. I know not truly if I did. Around me, All feems like ...