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OLD MAN.

What may this be? some band of nightly robbers

Is near my cave, committing violent deeds.
Thy light, weak flame, shall not again betray me,

And lure unwelcome visitors. (Puts out the lamp; and after a dark pause, enter Count Zaterloo supporting himself on First Gentleman, who bears a dark lantern, which he sets down on the ground, and fastens the door of the cave carefully behind them.)

COUNT ZATERLOO.

I am wounded grievously: who would have thought

Of such a powerful guard of armed men
Attending on his journey. He is slain:
Did'st thou not see him fall?

FIRST GENTLEMAN.

Yes; we have kill'd our bird, but lost the eggs.

Fortune has play'd us false, yet we've escap'd:
Here we may rest; this cave is tenanted
With some lone being whom we may controul,
And take possession——(discovering Old Man.)
———Something living here!
What art thou?

OLD MAN.

I am a thing no better than yourselves.