Wov. Hold! we are the Prior's Soldiers, and will suffer no prisoner to escape.
Ost. Those who dare prevent me!
(Wrests a sword from one of the Soldiers, and, fighting furiously, forces his way past them all, they not daring to pursue him; when Wovelreid seizing on Leonora to prevent her from following him, she calls out.)
Leo. O let me pass! and I'll reward you nobly.
Ost. (returning to rescue Leonora.)
Let go thine unhallowed grasp.
Leo. For Heaven's sake care not for me! Save thyself—save thyself! I am in no danger. Turn not again to fight, when such terrible odds are against thee.
Ost. I have arms in my hand now, and my foes are before me! (Fights fiercely again, till Morand, with a strong band of Soldiers, entering the porch behind him, he is overpowered and secured; Leonora sinks down by the wall in a swoon.)
Wov. Give me a rope. We must bind him securely; for the Devil has put the strength of ten men into him, though, but half an hour ago, his face was as pale as a moon-light icicle, and he could scarcely walk without being supported.
