A TRAGEDY
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DE GREY.
Is link'd with mine, if fix'd be such decree,
Most rich in every soft and noble trait
Of female virtue is: in this full well
Assured I am.I would—I thought—forgive—
I speak but raving words:—a hasty spark,
Blown and extinguish'd, makes me waver thus.
Permit me then again,(Kissing her hand.)
High heaven protect thee!
Farewell!
HELEN.
(They part, and both turn away to opposite sides of the Stage, when Sir Hubert, looking round just as he is about to go off, and seeing Helen also looking after him. sorrowfully, eagerly returns.)
DE GREY.
(Going to kneel at her feet, but immediately checking himself with much embarrassment.)
