SCENE II. A square court, surrounded on all sides by the gloomy walls of a prison, the windows of which are narrow and grated, and the heads of one or two of the prisoners seen looking ruefully through the grates.
Enter Hardibrand, and looks round him for some time without speaking.
HARDIBRAND.
Gloomy enough, gloomy enough in faith!
Ah! what a wond'rous mass of dreary walls,
Whose frowning sides are reft in narrow slips
As I have seen full oft some sea-worn cliff,
Pierc'd with the murky holes of savage birds.
Ah! here the birds within are clipt o' wing,
And cannot fly away.
(Enter Ohio with a tankard in his hand, crossing the stage.)
Inform me, if thou canst, where I may find
The keeper of the prison.
OHIO.
I'll have thee scorch'd, and flead, and piece-meal torn,
If thou dost call me friend.
HARDIBRAND.
I see thou hast a tankard in thy hand,
