Isab. That voice!
[Exit.
Scene II.—Another place in the Wood. Crespo tied to a tree.
Enter to him Isabel.
Isab. My father!
Cres. Isabel! Unbind these cords, my child.
Isab. I dare not—I dare not yet, lest you kill before you hear my story—and you must hear that.
Cres. No more, no more! Misery needs no remembrancer.
Isab. It must be.
Cres. Alas! Alas!