It loves you as mine loves! Confirm me, Henry! [Dies.
Tresh. I wish thee joy, Beloved! I am glad
In thy full gladness!
Guen. [Without.] Mildred! Tresham!
[Entering with Austin.] Thorold,
I could desist no longer. Ah, she swoons!
That's well.
Tresh. Oh, better far than that!
Guen. She's dead!
Let me unlock her arms!