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DE MONFORT: A TRAGEDY.
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O no! the bloody neck, the bloody neck!

(Shaking his head, and shuddering with horrour. Loud knocking heard without.)


Sist. Good mercy! who comes next?

Bern.Not far behind
I left our brother Thomas on the road;
But then he did repent him as he went,
And threaten'd to return.

2d Monk.See, here he comes.

Enter brother Thomas, with a wild terrified look.


1st Monk. How wild he looks!

Bern. (Going up to him eagerly.) What, hast thou seen it too?

Thom. Yes, yes! it glar'd upon me as it pass'd,

Bern. What glar'd upon thee?
(All gathering Thomas and speaking at once.)
O! what hast thou seen?
 
Thom. As, striving with the blast, I onward came,
Turning my feeble lantern from the wind,
Its light upon a dreadful visage gleam'd,
Which paus'd, and look'd upon me as it pass'd.
But such a look, such wildness of despair,
Such horrour-strain'd features never yet
Did earthly visage show. I shrunk and shudder'd.
If damned spirits may to earth return
I've seen it.

Bern.Was there blood upon it?

Thom. Nay, as it pass'd, I did not see its form;