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Rh You might…

You are going to fight?—I stay here.

No, no!

He is my husband! [She throws herself into 's arms.] They shall kill us both together!

Why do you look at me thus?

I will tell you why!

'Tis a post of mortal danger!

Mortal danger?

Proof enough, that he has put us here!

So, Sir, you would have made a widow of me?

Nay, on my oath…