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What strength we have to face, and how he travels;
And that we may not wander thus again,
This aged oak shall be our meeting place;
Where having join'd, we'll by a shorter compass
Attack them near the centre of the wood.

SEBASTIAN.

The night grows wond'rous dark: deep-swelling gusts

And sultry stillness take the rule by turn;
Whilst o'er our heads the black and heavy clouds
Roll slowly on. This surely bodes a storm.

COUNT ZATERLOO.

I hope the devil will raise no tempest now,

To save this child of his, and from his journey
Make him turn back, crossing our fortunes,

BERNARD.

Fear not!

For, be the tempest of the devil's raising,
It will do thee no harm. To his good favour
Thou hast (wrong not thy merit) claims too strong.

COUNT ZATERLOO.

Then come on, friends, and I shall be your warrant!

Growl sky and earth and air, ne'er trouble ye;
They are secure who have a friend at court.
(Exeunt.