SCENE III.
MANFRED.
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Enter the Abbot.
Abbot. Where is your master?
Her. Yonder, in the tower.
Abbot. I must speak with him.
Manuel.'Tis impossible;
He is most private, and must not be thus
Intruded on.
He is most private, and must not be thus
Intruded on.
Abbot.Upon myself I take
The forfeit of my fault, if fault there be—
But I must see him.
The forfeit of my fault, if fault there be—
But I must see him.
Her.Thou hast seen him once
This eve already.
This eve already.
Abbot.Herman! I command thee,
Knock, and apprize the Count of my approach.
Knock, and apprize the Count of my approach.
Her. We dare not.
Abbot. Then it seems I must be herald
Of my own purpose.
Of my own purpose.
Manuel.Reverend father, stop—
I pray you pause.
I pray you pause.
Abbot.Why so?
Manuel.But step this way,
[Exeunt.And I will tell you further.
[Exeunt.And I will tell you further.
