O—h!
This cancer did begin to gnaw my breast
When Hester first put on The Scarlet Letter
And never since hath once abated.
Voices. O, wonderful! wonderful! He faints! Help! Help!
Hester. Arthur! Arthur! one word for me! Only one!
Dimsdell. I must say more.
[Falls.
Hester. Forgive him, Father! O, God, have mercy now;
Give him but breath to speak to me!
Arthur! Arthur!
Dimsdell. Hester, my Hester, forgive—
[Dies.
Hester. Farewell, farewell—dead, dead!
Nay, you shall not take him from me!
My breast shall be his pillow; and, that he may
Rest easy, I here cast off your Scarlet Letter.