[offers to draw.

Dou. Forbear.

Raby. Thou dost disdain my feeble arm,

Dou. There will be blood enough;

Raby. Thou wilt not kill her?

Dou. Oh, 'tis a day of horror!

Edr. Where is Douglas?

Dou. What meanest thou?

Edr. This instant fly, and save thy guiltless wife.

Dou. Save that perfidious—

Edr. That much-injur'd woman.

Bir. Unfortunate indeed, but O most innocent!

Edr. In the last solemn article of death,

Dou. I heard him—'Twas the guilty fraud of love.

Bir. What means my lord? This day? That fatal scarf

Raby. 'Tis I am guilty.

Dou. Ha!

Raby. I,—I alone.

Dou. And confirm'd my mis'ry!

Raby. I know it.

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