Enter Countess, Fabian, and other Attendants.
Countess. Whence were those cries? what meant that fearful bell?
Who shall withhold me? I will not return.
Is there a horror I am stranger to?
Aust. There is; and so beyond all mortal patience,
I can but wish you stripp'd of sense and thought,
That it may pass without destroying you.
Countess. What is it? speak—
Aust. [Looking towards the Body.] Turn not your eyes that way,
For there, alas——