Bir. O spare, for pity spare, my bleeding heart:

Elw. My gentle friend, what is there in a name?

Bir. Hark! what alarm is that?

Elw. The combat's over!

[Birtha goes out.

Bir. Douglas is fallen.

Elw. Bring me the poison.

Bir. Never.

Elw. Where are the knights? I summon you—approach!

Bir. Whose entrance?

Elw. His—the murderer of my husband.

Bir. He's single, we have hosts of friends.

Elw. No matter;

Bir. O unexampled virtue!

[a noise without.

Elw. Heard you nothing?

Dou. Yes——

Elw. [kneels.] Blest be the fountain of eternal mercy,

Dou. Be honest now, for once, and curse thy stars;

Elw. Whence sprung the false report that thou had'st fall'n?

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