Fritz.Good night!
I trust to-morrow will restore your Lordship
To renovated strength and temper.[The scene closes.
Scene III.—The secret Passage.
Gab. (solus).Four—
Five—six hours have I counted, like the guard
Of outposts, on the never-merry clock,
That hollow tongue[190] of time, which, even when
It sounds for joy, takes something from enjoyment
With every clang. 'Tis a perpetual knell,