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Yes, Baron; a lady waits for her, who accompanied her to the gate.

Desire her to enter; I would speak with her. [Exit Turnkey.] Good Father, comfort this afflicted daughter. Let nothing pass your lips that hath a reference To what we spoke of: take good heed; be secret. Sooth her, good Father; thou hast words of consolation for every earthly affliction.

I thank thee, friendly Margaret, for thy kind attendance on my poor distressed sister. Come near to me. (Draws her to the front of the Stage, whilst the Confessor speaks in dumb show to behind.) Rosella is not well; there is fever upon her spirits, and her mind wanders wildly. Be not alarmed at this, but give her an opiate,—a very powerful opiate: she has need of rest, and nature has no sleep for one so distracted with anxiety.

I will do so: she has been forwatched and