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the outlaw.
Would that it now were hanging to my belt,
And that rich sum beneath it.
The game is worth the toil;
Disperse, and hunt the wolf from out his den,—
He must have earthed him here.
[Captain reclines on the rocks.—Exit Soldiers in all directions.
What if the wolf should pounce upon me now?
I must be watchful; yet my laggard eyelids
Warn me to court repose.
Well, come what will, I'll sleep.
[Sleeps. Soldiers seen at a distance scouring the country.
[Wakes startled.] Upon my life, I thought his hand was on me!
Sleep, thou hast played strange pranks within my brain.
It is not pleasant to be taken prisoner,
Even in slumber. What, ho! my men!
Methinks I lack'd discretion
In letting all depart.
[Soldiers seen returning.