Gordon. The most guilty
Have perished, and enough is given to justice.

[The Groom of the Chamber advances from the gallery with his finger on his mouth, commanding silence.

Gordon. He sleeps! O murder not the holy sleep!

Butler. No! he shall die awake. [Is going.

Gordon. His heart still cleaves 30
To earthly things: he's not prepared to step
Into the presence of his God!

Butler (going). God's merciful!

Gordon (holds him). Grant him but this night's respite.

Butler (hurrying off). The next moment
[[805]]May ruin all.

Gordon (holds him still). One hour!——

Butler. Unhold me! What
Can that short respite profit him?