Scene VII
Countess, Gordon.
Gordon (rushes in out of breath). 'Tis a mistake,
'Tis not the Swedes—Ye must proceed no further—
Butler! O God! Where is he? [Then observing the Countess.
Countess! Say——
Countess. You are come then from the castle? Where's my husband?
Gordon. Your husband!—Ask not!—To the Duke—— 5
Countess. Not till
You have discovered to me——
Gordon. On this moment
Does the world hang. For God's sake! to the Duke.
While we are speaking—— [Calling loudly.
Butler! Butler! God!
Countess. Why, he is at the castle with my husband.
[Butler comes from the gallery.