Dou. Both a husband's gift;

Elw. [goes up to Douglas.]

Raby. Dost thou not know me?

Elw. Yes—I do remember

Raby. I had indeed!

Elw. From all the flock you chose her out a mate,

Raby. My heart will break. This is too much, too much!

Elw. [smiling.] O 'twas a cordial draught—I drank it all.

Raby. What means my child?

Dou. The poison! Oh the poison!

Elw. Off—murderer, off!

Dou. Thus, thus I follow thee.

Edr. Hold thy rash hand!

Dou. It is too late. No remedy but this

Raby. Ah, she revives!

Dou. [raising himself.] She lives! bear, bear me to her!

[dies.

Elw. Where have I been? The damps of death are on me.

Raby. Look up, my child! O do not leave me thus!

Elw. No—you are my father;

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