Eliz. If my father said
He should not die, it was to comfort me;
Do not believe them, if they tell you so.
Give me your arm unto the scaffold, girl.
[Florence hesitates.]
Jealous?—Is this a time?—What!—
[Two or three Attendants come in.]
Then I'll go
Alone— [She takes one of her Attendants by the arm.]
Flor. Nay, dear Elizabeth! his life Is sav'd—
Eliz. Believe them not; wilt thou not come? Nay, then! [Exit with Ladies, U.E.R.]
Flor. What means her passion? He comes not!
My heart grows chill—
Would I might follow her.
I promis'd not. Did I not see the pardon.
O, this is dreadful!
Re-enter BASIL, U.E.R.
Distant shouting is heard.