Let my sword be buried with me." "It shall," replied Catesby, in a voice suffocated by emotion, for the request touched him where his stern nature was most accessible: "I will place it by you myself." "Thanks!" exclaimed Fawkes.

And soon after this, he again fell into a slumber.
His sleep endured for some hours; but his breathing grew fainter and fainter, so that at the last it was scarcely perceptible.

A striking change had likewise taken place in his countenance, and these signs convinced Catesby he had not long to live.

While he was watching him with great anxiety, Viviana appeared at the door of the chamber, and beckoned him out.

Noiselessly obeying the summons, and following her along the gallery, he entered a room where he found Garnet.
"I have called you to say that a remedy has been suggested to me by Martin Heydocke," observed Viviana, "by which I trust Guy Fawkes may yet be saved." "How ?" asked Catesby, eagerly.
"Doctor Dee, the warden of Manchester, of whom you must have heard," she continued, "is said to possess an elixir of such virtue, that a few drops of it will snatch him who drinks them from the very jaws of death." "I should not have suspected you of so much credulity, Viviana," replied Catesby; "but grant that Doctor Dee possesses this marvellous elixir--which for my own part I doubt--how are we to obtain it ?" "If you will repair to the college, and see him, I doubt not he will give it you," rejoined Viviana.
Catesby smiled incredulously.
"I have a claim upon Doctor Dee," she persisted, "which I have never enforced.