SCENE VIII.--_The river, and boat. Time midnight. Enter one

habited as a friar_.

_Friar_.---'Tis now thick midnight. All round me sleep,

And not a star looks from the curtained heaven.

The very sentinels cease to pace their round,

And stand in calm security. I'll brave them.

What though the bridge be guarded, and the river

Rush like a tiger?--love has no such fears,

And Heaven is stronger than its waters!

_[A bell tolls slowly_.

Ha! that slow-tongued bell, that speaks of death,

Falls on my ears as would a solid substance,

Pressing my heart down! Oh cruel speed!

Already they prepare their execution!

But they shall live, or I with them shall die!

THOU, who beholdest me, and lookest through

The darkness of Thy heavens upon Thy suppliant,

Let not a tyrant stain Thy earth with blood--

The blood of innocence! Thou, who art mercy,

Spare a father's tears! Thou, who art love,

Look on a mother's anguish! Thou, who art justice,

Save! oh, save their children! Thou, who art power,

Strengthen my hands to-night. _[Rises._

Now, may an angel's hand direct my skiff

Straight to their camp, till with one blow I strike

Their freedom and my country's!

_[He leaps into the boat and pushes off_.

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