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SCENE III.
—A Street in Constantinople.Montferrat and Montmorency's Page meeting.
Montf.
Nothing yet heard?
Page.
Nothing but vague reports,
Numerous, but shadowy as bats in twilight.
Nothing distinct.
Montmorency is seen passing in haste.
Montf.
(advancing.)
Is't possible, my lord,
That thus you pass me as a thing obscure,
Or cheap, or loath'd?
Montm.
Hark ye, my lord not now.—
I have a patient at the point of death.
Montf.
But thou must pause a moment.
Montm.
Wilt thou be
My patient too, and at the point of death?
If, Montferrat,—
If ye have work of vengeance, set me on:
I'll do it thoroughly, for I am fierce.
Back then, my lord,—I would not strike thee now,
For I have done thee wrong.—To-night—to-night—
This hour's my own—I'll meet thee at thy tent;
If thou wilt do thyself so much injustice
As meet a desperate man; although thy arm
Is stronger far than mine. I am too late
If I can't speak to her before she die:
Then you have staid me, and it is our quarrel,
(Our foolish heat of yesterday forgotten).—
I'll shake her bones into a glow of life,
But she shall speak.
(Exit Montm.
Montf.
And have not I forgotten,
As well as thou, poor youth? Ah Montmorency!
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We meet and speak! thy vengeance is my own.
Did he not talk of death?
Page.
He did, my lord.
Montf.
That he must see her ere she died?
Page.
He said so.
Ah! then I fear, my lord is—
Montf.
What? boy.—
[Exit Montf. and Page.
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