Enter Guiomar.
Gui. Who's there?
Dua. There is no starting back now Madam.
Gui. Ha, another murderer! I'le not protect thee, Though I have no more Sons.
Dua. Your pardon Lady, There's no such foul fact taints me.
Gui. What makes thou here then? Where are my servants, do none but my sorrows Attend upon me? speak, what brought thee hither?
Dua. A will to give you comfort.
Gui. Thou art but a man.
And 'tis beyond a humane reach to do it,
If thou could raise the dead out of their graves,
Bid time run back, make me now what I was,
A happy Mother; gladly I would hear thee,
But that's impossible.
Dua. Please you but read this; You shall know better there, why I am sent, Than if I should deliver it.
Gui. From whom comes it?