Dor. No, no, father, yield not to thy wrath—he hath denied me—he hath dealt lightly with my love—and there’s an end. Oh, harm him not, oh, harm him not! Pardon him, even as I pardon him; and let him depart in peace.
Dan. (with a violent effort to be calm). Ay, ay, thou recallest me to myself. He hath dealt lightly wi’ thy love—and there’s an end. Heed not the words I spake; they were empty words, and had no meaning—heed them not. Geoffrey Wynyard, thou hast spoken lightly of my child, thou hast denied her who gave thee her heart. It was ill done. Quit my roof and let me see thee no more. I—I pardon thee. Go.
Geof. Master Druce, have pity, for my tongue is tied—I—I may not speak!
Dan. Go!
Geof. Dorothy, one word. Hear what I have to say.
Dor. (with an effort). Geoffrey, thou hast denied me. I love thee—but—thou must go!
[Geoffrey goes out sadly. When he has gone, Dorothy falls sobbing at Dan’l’s feet.
Dan. My child! My child!
[Music.