CHAPLAIN (listening). I hear !—He murmurs somewhat of " revenge " And " sweet " I think,—and so forth. NOFFO. Ay! that's it! 'Tis tho old burden of a horrid song That haunts his head, unresting like a ghost. Seo there again ! ho shudders, ho gets up ! Come out, come out, if wo would keep whole skins. The man is raving—he'll lay hold on us. [lie hurries to Die front dragging the CHAPLAIX with him, and sets the lamp on the table. PRIOR HERIBERT comes wildly rushing through the door on the left. PRIOR. Who's moving yonder?—(wearily to the CHAPLAIN). Chaplain, is it you ? Mcthinks I've dreamt a fearful dream. CHAPLAIN. How so, My worthy Prior ? PRIOR. Look you !—I dreamt there was A letter most malignant and most black, Most devilish and accurst—but sure 'twas naught But dreams ! [The letter he was holding falls from his hands. CHAPLAIN. E'en now, you are letting fall the note— PRIOR (turning upon him). What, thou vile caitiff ! Would'st thou play on me More of thy scoundrel tricks ?—Down with thee, cur ! [lie seizes the CHAPLAIN, who shrinks terrified. NOFFO (unloosing him). Prior, are you possessed ? At such a time, With all our lives at stake ?— PRIOR (to NOFFO). Ay !—thanks, my frieud ! loi THE TEMPI..Mis IX CYPRUS. [ACT IV.