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Why dost thou shake thy head, and look on me So ruefully? there is a meaning in it.

God save thee, my poor sister!

Yes, God will save me, saving thee my brother, Not else; for if thou die a felon's death, I never can survive it.—For my sake And for the sake of him, thine absent friend, Our gentle Claudien: would that he were here To join with mine his earnest, strong entreaties!

Hush! utter not his name; 'tis good for thee That he is absent.

Why that emotion at his name? Speak, speak! Is he concern'd in this?

Inquire no further, seek no further misery: Thou hast enough already.

A dreadful light breaks in upon me now; (Faints in the arms of her brother.)