A TRAGEDY
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That I on this astounding ridge am pois'd!
On ev'ry side a fearful ruin yawns.
(A voice heard without, uttering wild incoherent words, mixed with shrieks of horror.)
Enter Fourth Vassal, as if terribly frightened.
LOCHTARISH, (to Fourth Vassal.)
FOURTH VASSAL.
His starting eyeballs, bent on fearful sights,
That make the sinews of his aged limbs
In agony to quiver.
LOCHTARISH.
FOURTH VASSAL.
Go, see yourselves: i' the outer cave he is.
Entranced he stands; arrested on his way
By horrid visions, as he hurried hither
Enquiring for the chief.
(Voice heard without, as before.)
