A TRAGEDY
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Enter Morton in haste.
MORTON.
(Pointing off the stage.)
The nearest postern gain: I hear the sound
Of heavy steps at hand, and voices stern.
HELEN.
(To Morton.)Where is Sir Hubert?
MORTON.
HELEN.
(To Lorne.)O leave me! I, the while,
Will in, and, with mine infant in mine arms,
Meet thee again, ere thou depart.—Fly! fly!
(Exeunt, Helen into the inner Chamber, putting out the lamp as she goes, and Lorne and Morton by a side Passage.)
SCENE II. A cave, lighted by flaming brands stuck aloft on its rugged sides, and shedding a fierce glaring light down upon the objects below. Lochta-