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Abbot. Where is your master?

Her. Yonder in the tower.

Abbot. I must speak with him.

Manuel. 'Tis impossible; He is most private, and must not be thus50 Intruded on.

Abbot. Upon myself I take The forfeit of my fault, if fault there be— But I must see him.

Her. Thou hast seen him once his eve already.

Abbot. Herman! I command thee,bf Knock, and apprize the Count of my approach.

Her. We dare not.

Abbot. Then it seems I must be herald Of my own purpose.

Manuel. Reverend father, stop— I pray you pause.

Abbot. Why so?

Manuel. But step this way, And I will tell you further. Exeunt.