DAVISON.
She has not yet explained her final will.
BURLEIGH.
Explained! She has subscribed it;—give it to me.
DAVISON.
I am to execute it, and I am not.
Great heavens! I know not what I am to do!
BURLEIGH (urging more violently).
It must be now, this moment, executed.
The warrant, sir. You're lost if you delay.
DAVISON.
So am I also if I act too rashly.
BURLEIGH.
What strange infatuation. Give it me.
[Snatches the paper from him, and exit with it.
DAVISON.
What would you? Hold? You will be my destruction.