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SCENE II.
CLYFFORD.I have misled the saguinary troop,
That with a sportive rancour, hunt as prey
An injured, brave old man; and if this ruin,
As I surmise, conceals him—Ha! what form
Glides, like a shadowy phantom of the night
Beneath yon open grove, seeming, with steps
Quick and irregular to fear, and shun me?
But that I know her obstinately held
In such severe captivity, that love
And pity could not force her prison door,
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Had braved the perils of the night, to aid
Her wand'ring sire. Perhaps some kindred fair one
Assumes that angel's office. Hallowed shades!
Make me invisible! and let me learn
Why, at a time to freeze the female heart,
A woman wanders round these mould'ring tombs!
(Clyfford conceals himself.
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