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To thy most awful change, and leave us not In this our horrible uncertainty. Is Orra here conceal'd?

Al.Thou hast not slain her? Confession make, and heaven have mercy on thee!

Rud. Yes, Ladies; with these words of gentle meekness My heart is changed; and that you may perceive How greatly changed, let Glottenbal approach me; Spent am I now, and can but faintly speak— Ev'n unto him in token of forgiveness. I'll tell what ye desire.

El.Thank heaven, thou art so changed!

Hugh. (to Glot.) Go to him, boy. Glot. Oh, he has wounded me!—Detested traitor! Take that and that; would thou had'st still a life For every thrust.(Killing him.)

Hugh. (alarmed.) Ha! has he wounded thee, my son?

Glot. A scratch; 'Tis nothing more. He aim'd it at my throat, But had not strength to thrust.