Wal. Lingers he?
Julia. For my sake, now away! And yet a word.
By all thy hopes most dear, be true to me!
Go now!—yet stay! Clifford, while you are here,
I’m like a bark distressed and compassless,
That by a beacon steers; when you’re away,
That bark alone and tossing miles at sea!
Now go! Farewell! My compass—beacon—land!
When shall my eyes be blessed with thee again!
Clif. Farewell! [Goes out.]
Julia. Art gone? All’s chance—all’s care—all’s darkness.
[Is led off by Master Walter.]
ACT V.
SCENE I.—An Apartment in the Earl of Rochdale’s.
[Enter Helen and Fathom.]
Fath. The long and short of it is this—if she marries this lord, she’ll break her heart! I wish you could see her, madam. Poor lady!
Helen. How looks she, prithee?