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?
GORDON (observing the COUNTESS).
Countess! Say—
COUNTESS.
You are come then from the castle? Where's my husband?
GORDON (in an agony of affright).
Your husband!—Ask not!—To the Duke—