Servant. The countess is not here, my lord.

The Man. Has she left the castle? Where is she to be found?

Servant. They came for my lady yesterday, and carried her away.

The Man. Answer at once, and tell me where they have taken the countess!

Servant. To the madhouse!

He rushes out.

The Man. Hear me, answer me, Mary!

Ah, I know you are only hiding for a moment to punish me for my desertion; but I suffer, Mary!

Mary, my own Mary, in pity speak!

No—it is not so. She is not here, or she would answer to my cries.