Basil. No! I think not. I'll take it. Think you of Your promise—will you keep it?
Flor. Yes! yes! if I live A month, I will be thine.
Basil. Tis well! I go:
I am a little lame, but shall be there,
I do protest, in time. They give some moments
To stale device of prayer; as if they car'd
For him they slay—What! anxious? So am I,
That have so great a stake in this event,
To save a brother and to gain a wife—
[Kisses the tips of his fingers.]
A rivederci, as the Italian saith. [Goes out, U.E.R.]
Flor. The hands of yonder clock do pierce my heart
Like daggers till he comes. O God! forgive me,
Let me but know him safe, and die of joy,
Ere I have time to think upon the rest.
Enter ELIZABETH, L., as if just risen. At the same time, WILLIAM and the HOST, accompanied by a Guard, pass by, from L. to U.E.R.
Will. This way, this way!
Eliz. Do you not hear the hollow bell still tolling? Hark!
Flor. There is no sound now—