David.
Mary, you must yield,
Nor keep the secret longer from your friends,
Mary.
David, you know not what you say.
David.
I know;
So give the dying man no more delay.
Mary.
I will declare it under your command.
This stranger friend—stranger for many months—
This man, selectest instrument of Heaven,
Who gave me succor in my hour of need,
Snatched me from ruin, rescued me from want,
Counseled and cheered me, prayed with me, and then
Led me with careful hand into the light,
Was he now bending over you in tears—
David, my brother!
Edward.
Blessed be his name!
Brother by every law, above—below!