How shall I smother it! Fabian, what means he?

  My father—him I speak of—this young stranger—

 Fab. My heart is rent in pieces: deaf to reason,

  He hears no counsel but from cruelty.

  Good Austin intercedes, and weeps in vain.

 Jaq. There's comfort yet, if he is by his side.

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  Look up, dear lady! Ha! that dying paleness——

 Adel. It is too much—Oh, Jaqueline!

 Jaq. She faints;

  Her gentle spirits could endure no more.

  Ha! paler still! Fabian, thy arm; support her.

  She stirs not yet.

 Fab. Soft, bear her gently in.

 [Adelaide is carried out. 

Adelaide

 SCENE II. 

 Enter Count, followed by Austin. 

Count

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