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HENRIQUEZ: A TRAGEDY.
Touch'd with the torches' glaring light, which downward
Stream'd from the lofty scaffold, whereon forms
Of busy artists at their fatal work,
And ghastly headsmen moving to and fro,
Appear'd like blacken'd fiends. Dost thou not hear
The stroke of hammers, and that sounding plank?
There comes a strange and thrilling coldness o'er me.(A pause, and noise without.)
I little thought to feel such ruth for him,
The man who slew my good and noble master.
FRIAR.
And he doth for that rash and rueful deed
Make dear and great amends. The gate is open'd. [Exeunt into the Prison.
SCENE IV.
A Passage Way in the Prison. Enter Friar and Gaoler, speaking as they enter.
GAOLER.
FRIAR.