Arthur : A tragedy
A stay-at-home born! He’ll not leave his dogs.

He’s for the country, and abhors the Court.

Torre bursts in.

Torre

Torre

Torre

I have found him. Blind that I must have been

Not to have guessed before!

Lavaine

Lavaine

Found whom, Torre?

Torre (at the window).

Torre

Look!

Look! in the garden, walking with Elaine.

God wither him!

Sir Bernard

Sir Bernard

Our guest? What mean you, boy?

Torre


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