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THE PHANTOM: A DRAMA.
Or day or midnight,—every circumstance
Of mortal being will to me be nothing.
Not ready yet!—Ha! now I see the light.
(Light seen from the window.)
Six hours of my brave steed, and if my fears
Are then confirm'd—forgive me, noble creature!
We'll lay our burdens down and die together.
(Enter Culloch slowly from the building, rubbing his eyes with one hand, and holding a candle in the other.)
CULLOCH.
It is a murky night.
MALCOLM.
Unlock the stable door, and saddle quickly
My gallant Oscar. (Thunder again.)
CULLOCH.
MALCOLM.
CULLOCH.
And that was lightning too that flared so fleetly:
The welkin's black as pitch.