(They raise Grayling, who is dying; his face is pale, his eyes set, and his lips and hands stained as though he had burst a blood-vessel.)
Gray. (seeing Collins.) There still—not gone yet?
Col. How fares it now, Grayling?
Gray. And speaks—lives—then Gwinett, Gwinett the husband of Lucy—my Lucy, for I loved her first—is no murderer.
Lucy. Grayling.
Gray. Oh! Lucy, that voice, my heart leaps to it—leaps to it as it did—but all’s past; Lucy, you will not curse me when I’m dead—there are those who will—but let them—you will not: the earth is sliding from beneath my feet—my eyes are dark—what are these?—tears—Lucy’s tears!—I am happy.
[Sinks backward.
DISPOSITION OF THE CHARACTERS AT THE FALL OF THE CURTAIN.
Neighbours. | Collins. | Label. | |||
Blackthorn. | Lucy. | Grayling. | Gilbert. | Gwinett. | Ash. |
R.] | [L. | ||||