nal--(_casting her eyes
on the warrant._) Heavens! how! (_reading it apart._) "Perceiving you
were prejudged, I opposed, to save you. The free knight who conducts you
to the solitary cell, from which 'tis meant that you should ne'er
return, knows of a secret passage. Confide in him, and your devoted
Ravensburg."

_Rav._ (_fiercely._) Well! have you read?

_Ag._ (_with stiffled feeling._) I have, and I repeat, I am most
thankful, Sir.

_Rav._ (_to Everard._) Conduct her to her cell--you know the rest--away,
and quick return; for as his highness passes from the court, he must be
told the traitress is secured.

_Ever._ He shall, my Lord.

_Rav._ Away! (_Agnes is about to thank Ravensburg, by kneeling to him,
when by action he recalls her recollection._) Away! (_Everard and Agnes
exeunt--Zastrow and other knights are following--Ravensburg stops
them._) Let none follow; he is alone sufficient to secure a willing
victim.

_Zast._ (_observing._) Ha!

_Enter_ prince _and train through the doorway._

_Prin._ (_looking earnestly around._) How! gone! 'tis well! for she
recalls such dreadful scenes, that, coward-like, I sicken at her
sight.--But whither gone? Who was her guard?

_Rav._ A loyal and a chosen knight; they know him well, and saw him lead
her to her cell.

_Zast._ We did, my liege; but 'tis my duty to impart, as one of equal
loyalty and honour----

_Rav._ (_hastily interrupting him._) Peace! he returns!

Everard _re-enters._

_Prin._ (_to Everard._) Now, to your office, Sir! Speak, is the
traitress safe?

_Ever._ Quite, quite safe, my liege.

[_Looking at Ravensburg, who shows joy, aside._

_Zast._ (_aside to the prince._) My liege, you are deceiv'd. Mark'd you
their dark mysterious looks?

_Prin._ How!--more conspiracy? Can none, not e'en free knights be
trusted? And I, who would avoid the hated sight--must I, myself--Well
'tis but one desperate effort more. Come, follow.

[_Music._ Agnes _is seen escaping through the apertures: she makes signs
to_ Ravensburg, _who, unseen by the prince and train, returns them._
Everard _partakes in their joy. The prince commands all to march._

[_Exeunt._

SCENE III.--_A wood.--Enter_ Falconers, _severally._

_1st. Falc._ Where is my lord? Where is count Roland?

_2d. Falc._ Giving his orders for tomorrow's journey.

_1st. Falc._ What, our departure then is fixed?

_2d. Falc._ It is: tomorrow we set off for Corbey, thereto sojourn
awhile w