CONJUROR.
(After some mysterious motions and muttering to himself he turns his face towards the bottom of the stage, as if he had his eye steadfastly fixed upon some distant point; and continues so for some time without moving, whilst she stands watching his countenance eagerly, with her face turned to the front of the stage.)
VALERIA (impatiently, after a pause).
CONJUROR.
Be patient and attend.——I see him now:
On the tower'd wall he stands: the dreadful battle
Roars round him. Thro' dark smoke, and sheeted flames,
And showers of hurling darts, and hissing balls,
He strides: beneath his sword falls many a foe:
His dauntless breast to the full tide of battle
He nobly gives.—Still on thro' the dark storm
Mine eye pursues him to his fate's high cope—
VALERIA.
(After a pause.)
O, wherefore dost thou pause? thine eyes roll terribly:
