Neighbour. The enemy, Madam, gave way—
Clarissa. Warren never ran—yet—oh! I wou'd he had—I fear—[Cries.]
Neighbour. I say not so, Madam.
Clarissa. What say ye then? he was no coward, Neighbour—
Neighbour. Brave to the last. [Aside. I forgot myself.]
Clarissa. What said you? O Heavens! brave to the last! those words—why do you keep me thus?—cruel—
Neighbour. [Aside. She will know it.] I say, Madam, by some mistaken orders on our side, the enemy rallied and return'd to the charge with fresh numbers, and your husband, son, and brother—Madam—
Clarissa. Stop!—O ye powers!—What?—say no more—yet let me hear—keep me not thus—tell me, I charge thee—
Neighbour. [Aside. I can hold no longer, she must know it.] Forgive me, Madam—I saw them fall—and Michael, the archangel, who vanquish'd Satan, is not more immortal than they. [Aside. Who can relate such woes without a tear?],
Clarissa. Oh! I've heard enough—too—too much [Cries.] yet—if thou hast worse to tell—say on—nought worse can be—O ye gods!—cruel—cruel—thrice cruel—cou'd ye not leave me one—[She faints, and is caught by her friend, and placed in a chair; he rings the bell, the family come in, and endeavour to bring her to.]