My spirit leapt not o'er pale Isabel's?
[Retreats to couch by which is a small table. Puts box on table and lays her head upon it, weeping]
Hen. Then Glaia was my sister. Did you hear?
Fr. I heard what I well knew before
By my heart's guess, but had no proof of it.
La. Alb. [Starting up] Hear, father! You've heard nothing yet. Last night
I killed her. Do you hear? I killed her.
Hen. O!
La. Alb. You hear? Ay, for you gasp and mutter prayers.