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But all his rescue were my act and deed;
Mine-and whatever be the consequences,
I must sustain them.

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Was it so late then, when the Duke dismissed you?

GORDON.

Your hand bound up and in a scarf?

BUTLER.

That Illo fought as he was frantic, till

At last we threw him on the ground.
GORDON (shuddering).

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BUTLER.

Is he in bed?

GORDON.

Ah, Butler!

BUTLER.

Both dead?

Is he? speak.

GORDON.

He shall not perish! Not through you! The Heaven

Refuses your arm,

See 'tis wounded !—

BUTLER.

There is no need of my arm.

GORDON.

The most guilty

Have perished, and enough is given to justice. (The Groom of the Chamber advances from the gallery with his finger on his mouth, commanding silence.)

GORDON.

He sleeps! O murder not the holy sleep!

BUTLER.

No! he shall die awake.

(is going.)

GORDON.

His heart still cleaves

To earthly things: he's not prepared to step

Into the presence of his God!

BUTLER (going).

God's merciful!

GORDON (holds him).

Grant him but this night's respite.

BUTLER (hurrying off).

May ruin all.

The next moment

GORDON (holds him still).

One hour!

BUTLER.

Can that short respite profit him?

GORDON.

Unhold me! What

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Works miracles. In one hour many thousands
Of grains of sand run out; and quick as they
Thought follows thought within the human soul.
Only one hour! Your heart may change its purpose,
His heart may change its purpose-some new tidings
May come; some fortunate event, decisive,

May fall from Heaven and rescue him. O what
May not one hour achieve !

BUTLER.

You but remind me,

How precious every minute is!

(he stamps on the floor.)

SCENE V.

To these enter MACDONALD, and DEVEREUX, with the HALBERDIERS.

GORDON (throwing himself between him and them).

No, monster!

First over my dead body thou shalt tread.
I will not live to see the accursed deed!

BUTLER (forcing him out of the way).

Weak-hearted dotard!

(trumpets are heard in the distance.)

DEVEREUX and MACDONALD.

Hark! The Swedish trumpets!

The Swedes before the ramparts! Let us hasten !
GORDON (rushes out).

O, God of Mercy!

BUTLER (calling after him).

Governor, to your post!

GROOM OF THE CHAMBER (hurries in).

Who dares make larum here? Hush! The Duke

sleeps.

DEVEREUX (with loud harsh voice).

Friend, it is time now to make larum.

GROOM OF THE CHAMBER.

Murder!

BUTLER.

Help!

Down with him!

GROOM OF THE CHAMBER (run through the body by Devereux, falls at the entrance of the gallery).

VOL. III.

Jesus Maria!

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SCENE VI.

COUNTESS TERTSKY (with a light).

Her bed-chamber is empty; she herself
Is no where to be found! The Neubrunn too,
Who watched by her, is missing. If she should
Be flown-But whither flown? We must call up
Every soul in the house. How will the Duke
Bear up against these worst bad tidings? O
If that my husband now were but returned

Home from the banquet: Hark! I wonder whether
The Duke is still awake! I thought I heard

Voices and tread of feet here! I will go

And listen at the door. Hark! What is that? 'Tis hastening up the steps!

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