Flor. [To Arthur.] Arthur! here, lend your aid To bear her hence—Elizabeth! 'Tis Florence—
[He attempts to raise her.]
Eliz. I tell you I can stand—
His arm? [Aside.]
Away! [Aloud.]
Sir, do not touch me, you ill-treat my friend!
Flor. To think she heard, my folly— Sir, I fancy [To Arthur.] She will be better, if you are not here—
[He bows and is about to retire.]
Enter CROMWELL and PEARSON followed by two or three officers.
Crom. Where be ye all?—
[To an Officer.] These to your Colonel Pride—
[Exit officer, L.]
And thou to Rich; tell him to watch and fast,
[To another.]
For I have need of him—[Exit officer, L.]
What coil is this?—[To his Family.]
My daughter ill! send a physician, quick:
Pearson, look to it—
I am ill myself.
'Twas a sore trial, ye have heard of it—
The man must die—
Eliz. No! father, as you hope For mercy, no!
Crom. Peace, simpleton. It was The voice of all this people.
Arth. General, hear me: Thou hadst the power to save—