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Behind him casts the fears of Mercia's lord.
The north subdued, then stretching to the west

My growing strength——— (stretching out his arms in the vehemence of action, he turns himself round, directly facing the gloomy recess on the opposite side of the stage.)

Ha! doth some gloomy void still yawn before me,

In fearful shade (turning his eyes away hastily from it.)
No; I saw nothing: shall I thus be moved

With ev'ry murky nook? I'll look again. (steals a fearful look to the recess, and then starting back, turns away from it with horrour.)

O they're all there again! and ev'ry phantom

Mark'd with its grisly wounds, e'en as before.
Ho; who waits there? Hugon I say, ho Hugon!
Gome to me! quickly come!

Enter a Groom of his chamber.

Groom. Save you, my royal Lord! What is your pleasure?
Are you in pain? Your voice did sound, methought
With strange unnat'ral strength.

Eth. Bring me lights here.

Groom, A hundred lamps would scarce suffice, I ween,
To light this spacious chamber.

Ethw. Then let a thousand do it; must I still
In ev'ry shady corner of my house
See hideous——quickly go and do my bidding.
Why star'st thou round thee thus? dost thou see aught?