He left the room for his relinquished sword,
And Julia instant to the closet flew.
“Fly, Juan, fly! for Heaven’s sake—not a word—
The door is open—you may yet slip through
The passage you so often have explored—
Here is the garden-key—Fly—fly—Adieu!
Haste—haste! I hear Alfonso’s hurrying feet—
Day has not broke—there’s no one in the street.”