Flor. Enough! I comprehend your will; nay, bear him gently in, I’ll to the river-bank and seek the Baron!
Geraldine, &c. bear the count off on one side, Florian rushes away by the opposite.
[ SCENE III.]—A rugged Cliff that overhangs the River.
Enter Longueville and Sanguine.
Long. Tardy, neglectful slave! still does he loiter?
Sang. Nay, return to the pavilion; the signal soon must greet us: you bade Lenoire to sound his bugle when he reached the bank.
Long. Ay, thrice the blast should be repeated; still must I listen for those notes of destiny in vain? hark! here you nothing now?
Sang. Only the rising tide that murmurs hoarsly as it frets and chafes against the bank below us.
Long. Is midnight passed?
Sang. Long since: just as we crossed the glen the monastery chime swang heavy with the knell of yesterday.