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SCENE III.

Glanville, Ragozin.
Glanville.
And haply ours. Each moment that she lives
Grows dangerous now: and should she reach her father,
All may be lost. Let therefore no delay
Hang on thy steps: Terror must wing her flight,
And danger calls on us for equal speed.

Ragozin.
They 'scape me not. I know the private path
Which they must tread thro' Baden's lonesome wood,
And Death shall meet them in the dreary gloom.

Glanville.
Mean time, soon as she leaves her house, I raise,
From whispering tongues, a probable report,
That she with Paulet seeks some foreign shore.
This will confirm her guilt, and shelter us
From all suspicion.

Ragozin.
True; both gone at once,
Will give an air of truth so plausible—

Glanville.
Hark! hush!

Ragozin.
Who is it?

Glanville.
'Tis Cleone's voice!
This way she comes—we must not now be seen.
Fly to thy post, and think on thy reward.

[Exeunt.