Sir H. I left her fainting in her father's arms,

Per. Then I am blest!

Sir H. My embassy dispatch'd, I left the castle,

Per. But where is Harcourt?

Sir H. Grant, Heaven, the fair one prove but half so true!

Per. O she is truth itself!

Sir H. She may be chang'd,

Per. To doubt her virtue were suspecting Heaven,

Sir H. What beam of brightness breaks through yonder gloom?

Per. Hubert—she comes! by all my hopes, she comes!

Per. Then cease, for Percy lives.

Elw. Protect me, Heaven!

Per. O joy unspeakable! My life, my love!

Elw. It is his voice—it is, it is, my Percy!

Per. I never liv'd till now.

Elw. And did my sighs, and did my sorrows, reach thee?

Per. Thy guardian genius hover'd o'er the field,

Elw. Alas! I have not seen him.

Per. Of that no more;

Elw. Percy—I cannot speak.

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