Ah, once again he turns—thanks, thanks, my Love!
He's gone. Oh, I 'll believe him every word!
I was so young, I loved him so, I had
No mother, God forgot me, and I fell.
There may be pardon yet: all 's doubt beyond.
Surely the bitterness of death is past!
ACT II
Scene. The Library.
Enter Lord Tresham, hastily.