_Ber._ Thus far propitious fortune fills my sails; Yet still I doubt his milkiness of soul; My next exploit must be to find out Rivers, And, as from Julia, give him a feign'd message, To join her here at the pavilion gate; There shall Orlando's well-arm'd servants meet him, And take his righteous soul from this bad world. If they should fail, his honest cousin Bertrand Will help him onward in his way to heav'n. Then this good dagger, which I'll leave beside him, Will, while it proves the deed, conceal the doer. 'Tis not an English instrument of mischief, And who'll suspect _good Bertrand_ wore a dagger? To clear me further, I've no sword--unarm'd-- Poor helpless Bertrand! Then no longer poor, But Guildford's heir, and lord of these fair lands. [_Exit_ BERTRAND. _Enter_ ORLANDO _on the other side_. _Or._ Draw thy dun curtain round, oh, night! black night! Inspirer and concealer of foul crimes! Thou wizard night! who conjur'st up dark thoughts, And mak'st him bold who else would start at guilt! Beneath thy veil the villain dares to act What, in broad day, he would not dare to think. Oh, night! thou hid'st the dagger's point from men, But canst thou screen the assassin from himself? Shut out the eye of heaven? extinguish conscience? Or heal the wounds of honour? Oh, no, no, no! Yonder she goes--the guilty, charming Julia! My genius drives me on--Julia, I come. [_Runs off._ SCENE--_The Pavilion._ _An arch'd door, through which_ JULIA _and her Maid come forward on the Stage_. _Jul._ Not here? not come? look out my faithful Anna. There was a time--oh, time for ever dear! When Rivers would not make his Julia wait. Perhaps he blames me, thinks the appointment bold, Too daring, too unlike his bashful Julia; But 'twas the only means my faithful love Devis'd to save him from Orlando's rashness. I have kept close, refus'd to see my Rivers; Now all is still, and I have ventur'd forth, With this kind maid and virtue for my guard. Come, we'll go in, he cannot sure be long. [_They go into the pavilion._ _Enter_ ORLANDO, _his sword drawn and bloody, his hair dishevelled_. _Or._ What have I done? a deed that earns damnation! Where shall I fly? ah! the pavilion door! 'Tis open--it invites me to fresh guilt; I'll not go in--let that fall'n angel wait, And curse her stars as I do. (_The midnight bell strikes._) Hark! the bell! Demons of darkness, what a peal is that! Again! 'twill wake the dead--I cannot bear it! 'Tis terrible as the last trumpet's sound! That was the marriage signal! Powers of hell, What blessings have I blasted! Rivers!--Julia! [JULIA _comes out_. _Jul._ My Rivers calls; I come, I come.--Orlando! _Or._ Yes, Thou beautiful deceiver! 'tis that wretch. _Jul._ That perjur'd friend.