night aisles, be such a hardship to one, who has passed so many nights with you all on the cold field of battle? Continue your march without delay; else these good Fathers will count you no better than a band of new-raised city troops, with some jolly tankard-chief for your leader. A good march to you, my friends, with kind hostesses and warm fire-sides where you are going.
1st Sold. Ah! What good will our fire-sides do us, when we think how our General is lodged?
Ost. Farewell! March on as quickly as you may: you shall all drink my health to-morrow evening in a good hogshead of Rhenish.
1st Sold. (with others.) God grant we may! (1st to Prior.) Look to it, reverend Prior: if our General be not with us by to-morrow's sunset, St. Maurice shall neither have monastery nor monks on this mountain.
Ost. No more! (Embracing first Officer, and shaking hands with others.) Farewell ! Farewell!
(The Soldiers, after giving him a loud cheer, march off with their Officers to martial music, and exeunt Osterloo, Prior, and Monks into the monastery, while the Peasants disappear amongst the rocks. Manent Morand and Agnes, who has for some time appeared, looking over a crag.)
Agn. Morand, Morand!
Mor. Ha! art thou there? I might have guessed indeed, that so brave a sight would not
