Lady S. Ah—h—h!
Sir T. Tell the truth.
Lady S. Unholy beast! give me the poison, quick!
I want to die; I want to die alone!
Sir T. That might be well; but not just now, nor here.
Lady S. I wonder … Could I drown myself? Alone?
[Goes out]
Sir T. Salerne! Salerne!
[Re-enter Salerne.]
The understudy's dressed?
Salerne. He is.
Sir T. And Groom? Asleep?