Elw. What noise is that?

Per. Why art thou thus alarm'd?

Elw. Alas! I feel

Har. My lord, 'tis Douglas.

Elw. Fly, Percy, and for ever!

Per. Fly from Douglas?

Elw. Then stay, barbarian, and at once destroy

Per. That thought is death. I go:

Elw. Yet, yet thou art not gone!

Per. Farewell, farewell!

[exit Percy.

Elw. I dare not meet the searching eye of Douglas.

Dou. Give me way.

Edr. Thou shalt not enter.

Dou. [struggling with Edric] If there were no hell

Elw. [going.] I dare not meet his fury.

Dou. See she flies

[aloud.

[aside.

Elw. My lord, 'twas Harcourt; sure you must have met him.

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