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THE FAMILY LEGEND:
Enter Helen, and De Grey goes up to her as if he would speak, but the words faulter on his lips, and he is silent.
HELEN.
Thou com'st to say "farewell!"
DE GREY.
A friend's dear benison
A last Rest ev'ry blessing on thy head!
Be this permitted to me:
(Kissing her hand with profound respect.)
Fare thee well!
Heaven aid and comfort thee! Farewell! farewell!
(Is about to retire hastily, whilst Helen follows to prevent him.)
HELEN.
Alas! thy gen'rous heart, depress'd and sunk,
Looks on my state too sadly.
I am not, as thou think'st, a thing so lost
In woe and wretchedness.—Believe not so!
All whom misfortune with her rudest blasts
Hath buffeted, to gloomy wretchedness