Ne'er to return again. Fly, tell her this;
For we must meet no more.
Enter Jane De Monfort, bursting into the chamber, and followed by Freberg, Abbess, and several Nuns.
Jane. We must! we must! My brother, O my brother!
(De Monfort turns away his head and hides his face with his arm. Jane stops short, and, making a great effort, turns to Freberg, and the others who followed her; and with an air of dignity stretches out her hand, beckoning them to retire. All retire but Freberg, who seems to hesitate.)
[Exit Freberg, Jane and De Monfort only remain.
Jane. My hapless Monfort!
(De Monfort turns round and looks sorrowfully upon her; she opens her arms to him, and he, rushing into them, hides his face upon her breast and weeps.)
Jane. Ay, give thy sorrow vent: here may'st thou weep.
De Mon. (In broken accents) Oh! this, my sister, makes me feel again
The kindness of affection.
My mind has in a dreadful storm been tost;
Horrid and dark.—I thought to weep no more.—
