A TRAGEDY.
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If my hand do the work that's fasten'd on me.
Let's pass to it as quickly as thou wilt,
And do not speak to me.
Enter Bernard and others, armed &c.
COUNT ZATERLOO.
Of ever seeing you.
SEBASTIAN.
Now calling us on this side, now on that,
As tho' you had from place to place still skipp'd,
Like Will o'the Wisp, to lose us on our way.
BERNARD.
COUNT ZATERLOO.
BERNARD.
No gleaming torch gives notice from afar,
Nor trampling hoofs found on the distant road.
COUNT ZATERLOO.
That haply we may learn, ere he approach,