ROMIERO: A TRAGEDY.
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Gone forth to meet her lover, she hath err'd
Beyond what we believed. (Calling loud.) Ho! Jerome there!
Re-enter Jerome.
In this thou'st sinn'd against thy master! Say,
And I'll forgive thee all, if thou speak truly,
Did Donna Beatrice e'er, by night, steal forth
To meet him in the forest?
JEROME.
She never did.
ROMIERO.
Of frighten'd villagers, who have, at night.
Seen wand'ring in the wood a female form.
Thou seem'st confused; thou, too, hast heard of this?
JEROME.
ROMIERO.
JEROME.
Glide hastily before me, through the wood:
The face I could not see.
ROMIERO.