Here, take the flower, and keep it for my sake.
[Marian utters a suppressed scream, and sinks to the ground.
Lady Ellrington [assisting her to rise].
Now I have triumphed! But I’ll not exult;
Yet know, henceforth, I’m thy superior.
Farewell, my lord; I thank thee for thy preference!
[She plunges into the wood and disappears.
Lord Arthur.
Fear nothing, Marian, for a fading flower
Is not symbolical of constancy.