From whence, by the flat door's descent, a passage
Beneath the ground leads onward to the convent,
We heard the echo of a falling weight,
And sought it by the sound.
Count. Well, and what then?
Offi. The unsettled dust left us no room to doubt
The door had just been rais'd.
Count. She has escap'd,
And by confed'racy: to force that bar,
Without more aid, had baffled twice her strength.