[Nurse _goes_.]

_Julian_.
I ought to know the way to treat a fever,
If it be one of twenty. Hers has come
Of low food, wasting, and anxiety.
I've seen enough of that in Prague and Smyrna!



SCENE IX.--_The Abbot's room in the monastery. The_ Abbot.

_Abbot_.
'Tis useless all. No trace of him found yet.
One hope remains: that fellow has a head!

_Enter_ STEPHEN.

Stephen, I have sent for you, because I am told
You said to-day, if I commissioned you,
You'd scent him out, if skulking in his grave.

_Stephen_.
I did, my lord.

_Abbot_.
How would you do it, Stephen?

_Stephen_.