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I soon shall know. Farewell, till we shall meet, From sin, and fear, and doubt released for ever! [Exit.

Mercy upon us! lying on the ground! Life is not gone; God grant it be not so! Lady, dear lady! No; she does not hear. (Without.) Open the door! Rise, Lady Achinmore.

I am not yet undress'd: what is the matter?

Come to the lady's chamber: follow me.

What has befallen? Is any one unwell?