Sophia. We will.
Horatia. Come, come, no time is to be lost; let us fly to his succour.
‘Come weal, come woe,
We’ll gather and go,
And live or die wi’ Charlie!’
SCENE III.
A CHURCHYARD BY MOONLIGHT.
Enter Charles, Sophia, Barbara, and Horatia.
Charles. Where on earth are you taking me?
Sophia. To safety, to safety.