[Makes passes to awaken her, but without effect after long persistence.
FATHER.
Impostor! would you mock e'en Death itself,
Calling it sleep!—You see, Death mocks you back.
MAURICE.
In vain! no further seek to blind our fears.
ORAN.
'Tis strange!… stand back, Sirs … 'tis your influence
Hath neutralized my power—stand off, I say!
[Continuing the passes in great agitation.
ROGER.
By Heaven!—It is too much—Let fall the mask!
O villain! you have done your worst at last,
And ta'en the sweetest life in all the land;
But vengeance swift shall follow on your track.