SCENE III.--A cavern.

_Enter_ Melchior _with a lamp, as from an inner cavern_.

_Mel._ Hush!--No, he comes not; sure 'tis near the time.

A light:--Who's there?--Henriquez.

_Enter_ Henriquez, _lighted by_ Lucio.

_Hen._ Ay, the same.

_Mel._ Now, Lucio, where's thy lord?

_Lucio._ He charged me tell you,

He would not fail at one.

_Mel._ The rest wait yonder.

Gomez, Sebastian, Marcos, none are wanting:

Our chief alone is absent.

_Hen._ He'll not tarry.

Lead to the inner vault, I'll wait him there.

[_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Amelrosa.

_Amel._ Those gleams of light: I must be near the place.

--Voices!--I'll on--Oh! heaven! I can no further.

--I faint!--I die! [_Catching at a fragment of

the cave, against which she leans as stupified.--A

pause.--The bell strikes one._]

Hark! the bell gives the signal.

Oh! for a moment's strength.--Hold, murderers hold! [_Rushes off._

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