Per. Then, ere thou goest, if we indeed must part,

Elw. [weeps.] O Percy—pity thee!

Per. I swear my jealous love e'en grudges thee

Elw. Rouse, rouse, my slumb'ring virtue! Percy, hear me.

Per. Go on—and tell me that that other's Douglas.

Elw. Whate'er his name, he claims respect from me:

Per. Thou again hast conquer'd.

Elw. 'Tis not enough to be,—we must appear so:

Per. I shall retract—I dare not gaze upon thee;

Elw. No more;

Per. But, love!

Elw. But, glory!

Per. Enough! a ray of thy sublimer spirit

Elw. [turns from him.] I do not weep.

Per. Not weep? then why those eyes avoiding mine?

Elw. No more, no more.

Per. That pang decides it. Come—I'll die at once;

Elw. I do conjure thee, go.

Per. 'Tis terrible to nature!

Elw. For ever!

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