Dou. Ha! thou knew'st of my dishonour?

Raby. Percy came, 'tis true,

Dou. I shall grow mad indeed; a guiltless lover!

Raby. He knew not she was married.

Dou. How? is't possible?

Raby. Douglas, 'tis true; both, both were innocent;

Bir. But now, when we believ'd thee dead, she vow'd

Dou. Had'st thou done it,

Bir. I obey.

[exit Birtha.

Raby. My child is innocent! ye choirs of saints,

Dou. O I will kneel, and sue for her forgiveness,

Raby. Douglas! it is the dew of grateful joy!

Dou. Where, where, is she?

Bir. O horror, horror, horror!

Dou. Ah! what mean'st thou?

Bir. Elwina—

Dou. Speak—

Bir. Her grief wrought up to frenzy,

Raby. Frenzy and poison!

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