Per. And you complied, most duteously complied!

Elw. I could withstand his fury; but his tears,

Per. Let me not hear the music of thy voice,

Elw. Dost thou not hate me, Percy?

Per. Hate thee? Yes,

Har. Forgive, my lord, your faithful knight——

Per. Come, Harcourt,

Har. With grief I've learn'd the whole unhappy tale.

Per. What, is the tyrant jealous?

Elw. Hear him, Percy.

Per. I will command my rage—Go on.

Har. Earl Douglas

Per. Arrest my knight! The Scot shall answer it.

Elw. How came you now releas'd?

Har. Your noble father

Per. Should Douglas know!

Elw. Percy, hold;

Per. I know it well——

Elw. Percy, hear me.

Per. Go—thou wast born to rule the fate of Percy.

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