Theod. Without a view to thwart thy purpose.
(Be what it might), was I within thy walls.
In a dim passage of the castle-aisles,
Musing alone, I heard a hasty tread,
And breath drawn short, like one in fear of peril.
A lady enter'd, fair she seem'd, and young,
Guiding her timorous footsteps by a lamp;
"The lord, the tyrant of this place, (she cried)
For a detested purpose, follows me;
Aid me, good youth:" then pointing to the ground,