A TRAGEDY.
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SCENE III. A hall in the palace.
Enter a Crowd of frightened Women, and seem hurrying on to some place of greater security.
FIRST WOMAN (stopping).
That is the most retir'd; that last of all
Will tempt their search.
SECOND WOMAN.
Might we not for a while conceal'd remain,
Till heav'n shall send us means?
OMNES.
We'll to the vaults. (As they are all turning and hurrying back again, enter a domestic Officer of the palace, and stops them.)
OFFICER.
Think ye the Turks are passing thro' the city,
Like the short visit of a summer's storm,
That you in holes and rocks may safely hide
Until it be o'erblown?
FIRST WOMAN.
Yet for a little while we fain would save us
From fearful things.