To marry away. ’Tis not too late: I’ll save her:
She shall not be enslaved: she doth not love.
Her heart is free and generous; it has shrunk
By instinct from the yoke: she will join with me;
And if I tell her all,—or if she have guessed,—
Now when I tell her she will comfort me.
Comfort and counsel, friendship, that I need
And she can give. I never will part fróm her.
Re-enter Flora.
Fl. Oh, my lady: the Lady Laura is gone, she has run away.