CONSPIRATORS' CHORUS.
We'll rag the bell if all goes well,
And carry off its tongue;
There is no strife too hard in life
For spirits brave and young!
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Old Jones will toll, but never a soul
Will hear the metal peal.
We'll lie in bed till the hour has sped,
And not to Chapel steal.
SCENE III.Midnight. The appointed spot. TONY and SAPLING.
TONY. - I wonder where our other comrade is,
'T is nearly twelve, and yet he don't appear,
My heart misgives me lest he prove us false.
SAPLING. Nay, nay, mayhap he has forgotten.
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