Got up about you! The Abbot comes to-morrow.

_Julian_.
Ah, well! I need not ask. I know it all.

_Robert_.
No, you do not. Nor is there time to tell you.
Ten minutes more, they will be round to bar
The outer doors; and then--good-bye, poor Julian!

[_JULIAN has been rapidly changing his clothes_.]

_Julian_.
Now I am ready, Robert. Thank you, friend.
Farewell! God bless you! We shall meet again.

_Robert_.
Farewell, dear friend! Keep far away from this.

[_Goes_.]

[JULIAN _follows him out of the cell, steps along a narrow
passage to a door, which he opens slowly. He goes out,
and closes the door behind him_.]




SCENE IV.--_Night. The court of a country-inn. The_ Abbot, _while
his horse is brought out_.