Ah, is that all? Discretion, pray. I knew it. But 'tis a most distressing accident. Discretion above all.
The Chorus suddenly breaks off. For on to the stage comes the DUKE. He is dripping, and bears in his arms the dead body, drowned, of DIEGO, in the garb of ARIADNE. A shout from the crowd.
YOUNG DUCHESS
(with a cry, clutching the POET'S arm)
Diego!
DUKE
(stooping over the body, which he has laid upon the stage, and speaking very low)
Magdalen!
(The curtain is hastily closed.)
THE END