You are cautious, Love?
Are sure that unobserved you scaled the walls?

MERTOUN. Oh, trust me! Then our final meeting's fixed
To-morrow night?

MILDRED. Farewell! stay, Henry... wherefore?
His foot is on the yew-tree bough; the turf
Receives him: now the moonlight as he runs
Embraces him--but he must go--is gone.
Ah, once again he turns--thanks, thanks, my Love!
He's gone. Oh, I'll believe him every word!
I was so young, I loved him so, I had
No mother, God forgot me, and I fell.
There may be pardon yet: all's doubt beyond!
Surely the bitterness of death is past.


ACT II

SCENE.--The Library

Enter LORD TRESHAM, hastily

TRESHAM. This way! In, Gerard, quick!
[As GERARD enters, TRESHAM secures the door.]
Now speak! or, wait--
I'll bid you speak directly.
[Seats himself.]
Now repeat