Part 2 — SCENE IX.—The Abbot's room in the monastery. The Abbot.
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Abbot. 'Tis useless all. No trace of him found yet. One hope remains: that fellow has a head!
Enter STEPHEN.
Stephen, I have sent for you, because I am told You said to-day, if I commissioned you, You'd scent him out, if skulking in his grave.
Stephen. I did, my lord.
Abbot. How would you do it, Stephen?
Stephen. Try one plan till it failed; then try another; Try half-a-dozen plans at once; keep eyes And ears wide open, and mouth shut, my lord: Your bull-dog sometimes makes the best retriever. I have no plan; but, give me time and money, I'll find him out.
Abbot. Stephen, you're just the man I have been longing for. Get yourself ready.