Raby. What proof of guilt is this?

Dou. E'er since our marriage,

Raby. Percy is absent—They have never met.

Dou. At what a feeble hold you grasp for succour!

Raby. Be patient.

Dou. Be a tame convenient husband,

[going.

Raby. [holding him.] Douglas, hear me;

[exit Douglas.

Elw. Where is my father? let me fly to meet him,

Raby. [avoiding her embrace.] Elwina!

Elw. And is that all? so cold?

Raby. [sternly.] Elwina!

Elw. Then I'm undone indeed! How stern his looks!

Raby. [holding her from him.]

Elw. Mysterious Heaven! to what am I reserv'd!

Raby. Should some rash man, regardless of thy fame,

Elw. What honour bids me do.

Raby. Come to my arms!

[they embrace.

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