My father—him I speak of—this young stranger—
Fab. My heart is rent in pieces: deaf to reason,
He hears no counsel but from cruelty.
Good Austin intercedes, and weeps in vain.
Jaq. There's comfort yet, if he is by his side.
Look up, dear lady! Ha! that dying paleness——
Adel. It is too much—Oh, Jaqueline!
Jaq. She faints;
Her gentle spirits could endure no more.