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Enter Barabas and Ithamore. Bells within.61
Barabas: / There is no music to62 a Christian's knell: / How sweet the bells ring now the nuns are dead, / That sound at other times like tinkers' pans! / I was afraid the poison had not wrought: / Or, though it wrought, it would have done no good, / For every year they swell, and yet they live; / Now all are dead, not one remains alive.