Raby. Did he? Did Percy? Sir H. You do embalm him, lady, with your tears: Elw. Said'st thou—died? Sir H. Beneath the towers of Solyma he fell. Elw. Oh! Sir H. Look to the lady. Raby. Gentle knight, retire—— Sir H. I must return with speed—health to the lady. [exit. Raby. Look up, Elwina. Should her husband come! Dou. Ha——Elwina fainting! [he takes her hand. Elw. O Percy! Dou. [starts.] Do my senses fail me? Elw. My Percy, 'tis Elwina calls. Dou. Hell, hell! Raby. Retire awhile, my daughter. Elw. Douglas here, Dou. Now, now confess she well deserves my vengeance! Raby. Upon a foe who has no power to hurt thee—