Clara.
Oh, mother, mother! Look at her eyes!
Leonard.
I’ll fetch a doctor.
Anthony.
No need.—That’s the last face. I’ve seen it hundreds of times. Good-night, Teresa. You died when you heard it. That shall be put on your gravestone.
Leonard.
Perhaps I’d better——(going). How awful! But it’s a good thing for me. (Goes out.)
Anthony (takes out his keys and throws them on the floor).
There! Open up! Drawers and cupboards! Bring me an axe! I’ve lost the key of the chest. Oho! Knaves and thieves, eh! (Pulls out his pockets.) I don’t find anything here!