Dou. To give thy guilty breast a deeper wound,

Elw. Thou seest me bold, but bold in conscious virtue.

Dou. Canst thou renounce him?

Elw. Tell me that he lives,

Dou. O, hypocrite! now, Vengeance, to thy office.

Elw. How—by thy hand?

Dou. Has sent thee

[he gives her Percy's scarf.

Elw. Then Percy's dead!

Dou. He is.—O great revenge, thou now art mine!

Bir. Monster! Barbarian! leave her to her sorrows.

Elw. [in a low broken voice.]

Dou. Percy, I must avow it, bravely fought,—

Elw. [in a low solemn voice.] No.

Dou. Why this is well! her sense of woe is strong!

Raby. O whither shall a wretched father turn?

Dou. What art thou come to see thy race dishonour'd?

Raby. 'Tis false.

Dou. Ha! dost thou vindicate the wanton?

Raby. Wanton?

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