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Ne'er to return again. Fly, tell her this; For we must meet no more.

Enter bursting into the chamber, and followed by  and several

Jane. We must! we must! My brother, O my brother! And thou too, Freberg: call it not unkind. [ Freberg, Jane and De Monfort only remain.

Jane. My hapless Monfort!

Jane. Ay, give thy sorrow vent: here may'st thou weep.

''De Mon. (In broken accents)'' Oh! this, my sister, makes me feel again The kindness of affection. My mind has in a dreadful storm been tost; Horrid and dark.—I thought to weep no more.—