CLARIN. A sound of chains, is it not?
Some galley-slave his sentence here hath got;
My fear may well suggest it so may be.
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SCENE II.
SIGISMUND, [in the tower.] ROSAURA, CLARIN.
SIGISMUND [within]. Alas! Ah, wretched me! Ah, wretched me!
ROSAURA. Oh what a mournful wail!
Again my pains, again my fears prevail.
CLARIN. Again with fear I die.
ROSAURA. Clarin!
CLARIN. My lady!
ROSAURA. Let us turn and fly
The risks of this enchanted tower.