RICHARD His heart, perhaps.
RACHEL Oh, Dick, if it should be some strange mistake! Look! he is noble still. My lord! my lord! the glass—
[She draws the curtain of the mirror, just opposite which Ravensbane has sunk into the chair. At her cry, he starts up faintly and gazes at his reflection, which is seen to be a normal image of himself.]
RAVENSBANE Who is it?
RACHEL Yourself, my lord—’tis the glass of truth.
RAVENSBANE [His face lighting with an exalted joy, starts to his feet, erect, before the glass.] A man! [He falls back into the arms of the two lovers.] Rachel! [He dies.]
RACHEL Richard, I am afraid. Was it a chimera, or a hero?
Finis
“THE MOST NOTABLE ADDITION MADE TO AMERICAN
DRAMATIC LITERATURE IN MANY YEARS.”