Mrs. C Hush! they come—begone! Your boat is below that window. Don’t speak! when oceans are between you and danger—write! Till then not a word. [Forcing him off, R. 3 E.—noise, R.
Anne Accused of murder! He is innocent!
Mrs. C Go to your room! Go quickly to your room, you will betray him—you can’t command your features.
Anne Dear mother, I will.
Mrs. C Away, I say—you will drive me frantic, girl. My brain is stretched to cracking! Ha! [Noise, R.
Anne There is a tumult in the drawing-room.
Mrs. C They come! You tremble! Go—take away your puny love; hide it where it will not injure him—leave me to face this danger!
Anne He is not guilty.
Mrs. C What’s that to me, woman? I am his mother—the hunters are after my blood! Sit there—look away from this door. They come!
[Knocking loudly—crash—door R. 3 E. opened—enter Corporal and Soldiers, who cross stage, facing up to charge—Gentlemen with drawn swords on steps, C.; Ladies on at back—O’Moore, R. 3 E.—enter Corrigan, R. 3 E.—Kyrle on steps, C.