Elw. My father!

Raby. Yes, Elwina,

Elw. Forgive these tears of mingled joy and doubt;

Raby. But if any

Elw. Ha!

Raby. Dost thou falter? Have a care, Elwina.

Elw. Sir, do not fear me: am I not your daughter?

Raby. Thou hast a higher claim upon thy honour;

Elw. [weeps.] I am, indeed!

Raby. Unhappy Douglas!

Elw. Has he then complain'd?

Raby. He knows that Percy——

Elw. Was my destin'd husband;

Raby. Now, by my fears, thy husband told me truth.

Elw. If he has told thee, that thy only child

Raby. Her words are barbed arrows in my heart.

Elw. No, by my life, nor knew I till this moment

Mes. My lord, a knight, Sir Hubert as I think,

Raby. Let the warrior enter.

[exit Messenger.

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