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ROMIERO.

There's nothing else.—Yes, yes! go bid my huntsman

Prepare him for to-morrow's early chace.

JEROME.

Why, good, my Lord! he died the very day

Before you left the castle.

ROMIERO.

Ay, true, I had forgot it.—Get thee gone.

[Exit Jerome.
(Alone.) I like not his scared face and wary words:
Something is always wrong when such as he
Stammer, and stare, and weigh their phrases so.
[Exit.

SCENE III.

Night. A Grove near the Walls of the Castle, which is seen in the Background, the Moon appearing behind it.

Enter Maurice.

MAURICE (after listening).

No footstep near, no stirring of the boughs,

Which cast their darkened forms, distinct and motionless.
Athwart the paly lustre of the moon!
No gentle messenger to meet my hopes!—